Sleep
There is a mystery
We call it sleep
Entry is easy
We slip into it
Slip and slide
Slide and glide
Some say they know the way
Others blunder about
Still dozing
Recalling happy days
Walking the dog
Up on the downs
And then they wander
Deeper and deeper
Meeting distant memories
Mysterious landscapes
We all recall dreams
Then we relate them
And nobody listens
Awakening can be uncertain
Sometimes terrifying
Sometimes refreshing
We leave one strange place
And arrive at another
At the end
The very end of it all
Sleep is different
We go deep and deeper
Until our body is so quiet
So very quiet…
The soul leaves
Tiptoes away
And goes elsewhere
Then awakening
Is different again
That is the secret
Of the final
Most beautiful
Sleep