The Web of Sleep

 

Into the halls of darkness

into the Sarcophagus of night

strands of light filter into the gloom

to begin their daily entrance

Night gently recedes with grace

as the conciousness is aroused

A downward spiral, a whirlpool of dreams

hurries to avoid recognition

Only a sudden grasp 

may retrieve one such 

nocturnal perambulation

At this crucial point we slip

from fantasy into the domain

of light to greet a dawn anew

From a cavenous slumber

thoughts are energised

Curtains and drapes offer no exclusion

or retreat back into the land of dreams

Day is here as we stare at the ceiling

with expectancy and dread

The interlude of sleep

with its myriad of confused dreams

is locked away in a world dark and warm

and remote