Lukey

Alone and sleepy, the slumber beast within me. Out of my mouth a quiet rumble sounds. The bass, heavy and soft in my throat, On a river of pillows I lay afloat. The tail end of my final yawn, A crescendo of pure indolence. To lament the sorrows of waking life, And welcome the one I much prefer. The world might burn to the ground But ill die happy in the flames of never never land... Sunday tomorrow, church bells sing for my triumph. All is well, peace blossoms Like the flower in an approaching dream. My body heavier than the earth beneath, Gravity pulls tenfold, bliss follows. The sweet mercy of pure exhaustion as I sink into my bed, its like honey. Wrapped in the warmth, The nectar flooding veins in my mind. A gentle swell in my heart and I’m there, Delicious sleep. Beautiful. Soft like fireworks through a rain-washed lens. Colours refined, Rainbows melting, Cast on eyes glazed over. I kiss the unconscious mind, For life is but a dream.