Disconnect myself from the voice and sound

A conversation that circles round

Familiar tune wanders down the hall

Rest on my ears 

Shafts of sunlight

Dancing dust slips in and out.

 

Drift off into semi sleep

Mind wanders shallow then deep

Flickering eyelids view the scene

Floors are grey , walls are cream

 

Soul looks down on sleeping form

Now it’s becoming torn,

Return to flesh to wake and start

Or skip return, and drift apart

 

Leave the mortal flesh behind

Lying there would be more kind

But there’s plenty left and time to go

Nows  not the time to leave the show.

 

Feather music washes down

Wakens me with gentle sound

Soft guitars float and weave 

Their magic dance ,waves like sea

 

Wake me is it really me

My hands can move and I can feel,

Yes I can feel, I CAN FEEL

The warm warm sun that lights the room

That always saves me from the swoon 

 

14/05/2021  18.15-18.45