It is late - sleep should overtake and whisk me away - far away
Where would I go - should I be able to choose the destination of my dreams?
Would mountains display their grandeur? Oceans their roaring waves?
Maybe butterflies would fill a sunlit sky creating never before seen shades of color, shadow, and light.
Where would I go - what would I hear? Should the choice be mine of destination and sound?
Voices of angels? Music of waterfalls? Whispers of birds wings on a spring day?
It is late - sleep should overtake and whisk me away - far away to you. To memories of your smile and laughter. Let me travel through your dreams and memories. I would hear you calling my name with the love that only now I begin to understand. Your face would fill my heart and mind. Your eyes - bluer than any ocean- purer than any sky - they would watch me come closer and closer -
It is late - sleep should overtake and whisk me away - but it does not come. Instead - I remember you. You fill me and I do not sleep or dream. Your voice - let me hear you call my name. Free me from the silence.
It is late -