I drift slowly like a breeze,
Flying through my dream with ease.
Floating like a whispy form.
Shapes and colors start to swarm.
Smokey edges,
Can't quite see,
Anything surrounding me.
Voices call so far away.
Distant as is night from day.
Warm and cozy in my bed.
Feather pillow for my head.
Snuggle down,
Don't want to wake.
But in sneaks light,
Sleeps visions take.
Dozing soundly,
Flying free,
In dreams,
No one takes that from me.
But crawling through the cracks I see,
The morning trying to waken me.
Push away insistant light,
Slip into dreams,
It's not so bright.
Soft and hazy,
Fuzzy edges.
In creeps dawn,
It slowly wedges,
Through the heavy door of slumber.
Morningtide has called my number.
Indeed, I must go face the day.
Come back tonight
In dreams to play.
