Lying, as if in sleep, though clearly not
Wondering how many out there share this lot
On the backs of eyelids, projected scenes
Greyscale phantoms on vein-mottled screens
….
Shapes shift and drift in random flight
As clouds might in the dead of night
Ghosts with metamorphic swirl
Form in slow motion, then unfurl
….
Dawn waits to cast its calming rays
On another of many similar days
That end the same, as sleep I feign
Unable to halt imagination’s reign
It needs only half a mind
To have demons of some kind
And those which make one doubt
Are the hardest to cast out
….
Some trouble the happy state
With worries over fate
Others sneer at good intention
And distract your full attention
….
If you would push these demons back
Counter every cruel attack
It can calm your mind like stone
To remember you are not alone
I have (seriously!) begun to suspect
That I’m losing my intellect
Now what was that I was saying?
Oh look, it’s starting to rain!
Believe in YOU
You are an unconditional truth
What reason brings me here just now
If thought’s involved I know not how
What’s the date? it’s hard to try
Deep inside, I wonder why
This visitor is strange to me
But seems to know my history
What was for lunch? I can’t recall
And earlier’s not there at all
Try to imagine this with me
Quiet your mind, let it roam free
Looking out over a calm blue sea
At a foreign shore where you could be
Drift across that peaceful scene
To wave kissed beaches, still pristine
Edged by tall trees in verdant green
No sound but bird song, so serene
There, just there, pause and wait
Relish the moment and aspirate
Here where time is more sedate
Open your soul to a higher state
I’ve sailed a vast dark ocean
With other random souls
Aboard a metal vessel
Ticking one more of my goals
Sea swells fell and lifted slowly
Countless waves rolling past the boat
Blue depths below a mystery
Bright skies beneath we float
Time slowed and hid its passing
Flowing gently as a tide
Groundhog day repeated
Date line across our ride
Thump-thud the beat of life
In engine room and chest
Moving to the future
Ship sailing from the west
I saw a shell upon the shore
And held it to my ear
Sea sounds trapped in muted roar
Waves shushing very near
That vacant home, abandoned now
Held secrets from the deep
I placed it back and sensed somehow
The mysteries it would keep
Take this creaking, leaking, tired old ship
To nature’s harbour safe
Restless hours on stormy seas
A tired and lonely waif
Bring me then that altered state
Of quietened body and mind
Where consciousness takes its leave
As sleep, at last, I find
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