Close To Sleep

I am close to sleep

But cannot just yet drift

Something keeping me awake

I cannot grip

I mistook it for something

In the past.

Something I couldn’t get

Something I didn’t care to get

Doubting, assimilating, vanishing from present

In the dark everything seems far

The distant structure

The vanity of nature

And the idea of self …

But once there is light,

even the tiny freckle

Its fickle is enough to make

even the stars in reach,

at least in sight, in vision.

Let this dark be the lesson

To remember the miracle of light.

Allow yourself to drift,

to focus,

to bring your eyes

which has got used to dark to regain its path,

Awaking to colors,

Remembering in the whiff of wind,

the way you used to smile –

A bit careless and a more carefree

and even in the most ordinary of moments

finding life,

appealing to self

of poised warmth,

of calmness,

of no hurry to be someplace else.

No more shadows to chase!

Chasing kites instead.

Running in the green fields

In the morning dew,

Studded with mud,

Breathing, blooming, becoming …

Awakening to accept the feeling of home ...!

I am close to sleep

But cannot just yet drift

Something keeping me awake

I cannot grip

It was the idea of forgone Me...

As my soul awakens

My eyes rest

Now my eyes can rest...!