My beloved, sleep, slumber,

The quiet drift-off, allowing myself to fall gently into the temporary bliss,

Oh such a priceless joy, such a priceless joy,

Eyes closed, sheltered by darkness,

Gentle pure of the fan moving air in the distance, satisfying sounds to send me off,

Taste neutral, tongue relaxed,

Like rest of my body, reclined and soft cozy,

Delicious, delectable, doggone dandy, I can’t help but think in visceral terms, all five senses reacting to rest, welcoming rest,

My soul needing the rest, again, damnit, again,

To sleepscape I go, grateful for peace, once again, peace.