Sleepy

Sleep lingers on eyelids,

A trail of fairy dust in the air,

Conjuring a semi-trance,

A silencing of the heart.

In this monsoon of the mind,

A languid bliss clouds,

And sweet rain pours into the scars,

Gradually healing the burns of existence.

I struggle under its loom of enchantment,

Its dissolution of time.

I struggle to hold on to worldly definition,

And inevitably,

In the tempting arms of subconscious, 

Learn to dream.