I have to say, I like sleep, quite a lot.
Especially recently, because I have been quite tired.
The bulk of this poem came to me just before bed one night, so I scribbled it down, so that I would not forget it, and allow me to sleep (I find I can't really sleep if I am trying to remember something, so if I write it down I can forget it long enough to sleep. Just some sleep advice right there :)
Anyway, lets stop mucking around, and get to the poem. Enjoy!
Sleep.
Sleep is the lobby between one day and the next.
It divides the days that fall through the passage of time
Onto us mere mortals who wander through it all.
Sleep separates us from the past that binds,
And the future which has its fears.
It hems us in to focus on today,
On the now, which is freedom.
Copyright, Joanna Wallace, 2010.
