Slipping...
Into this dreamless state.
Nearest to sleep...
Where, unwanted, the mind
Wanders....
The soul does keep...
You drifting.
Nearest the soft space you
sweep,
Aside the pain;Not compelled
To weep...
The place where light and
Sound seem to merge,
A place of dicovery;
UNcovering the surge...Of a
beautiful pain in breathing.
Beating within your heart,
As you can on skip...
Past the stones of time.
Enfolding you:While you now
Realize a way to embrace the
fear...That may grip you...
Silent anguish forcing you to
portray...
Your inner-most hidden display,
Those words you were all too
Afraid to allow play...
Across your lips.
How could it honestly be wrong,
Enjoying the employment of...
Slipping beyond your reach...
Skipping and bounding each...
Distant echo.
Of what you could be if you were
to breach,
The brink and slip... Into...
Yourself?