Beloved.Sleep.



Seventy seven minutes of shuffling
 In the hope of moving on 
To a sphere that calms, that soothes
Yet, another night when
The journey seems endless, destination far
Yet, another night when
Lights are switched off in a hurry
And the ceiling continues to glow

Counting sheep, they say
Is child's play
And dwelling on lost times
The easy way
Insistent tugs from the other world
To go or not to go
Is the question
"Come soon", floats a call 
From far away

The boat is waiting. 

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