Friday, November 21, 2014

Sleeping

When your head is a rock on a pillow,
Your eyes resting and closed,
Thoughts of the day confusing,
Traveling across your world,
Fulfilling visions,
Young and old. and
in the morning returning,
Rested, yet
Yearning to live another dream.

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