The desire for sleep overwhelms me,

 as I sail through a silent and mystical sea.

 While paradoxes in time haunt the

  Hidden chambers of this weary mind.

Scantly little if anything remains of me.

 For ghostly visions of lost souls do creep.

Alas though, the winds of desire

 still muster force against the tides of change.

Yet the deadly currents of time remind me still,

 this silent course of dreams will remain.

So sail I on through this mystical sea,

 wanting nothing but peaceful sleep.

I

Close

My Eyes

I

Sleep

As

Hidden dreams

Die.