Whilst Falling Asleep

A poem I wrote about a dream I had when I fell asleep in a class.

The words come out,
Begin to slur.
My eyes start to close,
My vision begins to blur.

There's grey in my mind,
Everything softly faded. 
And images appear in this state,
It seems ages.

Now I'm in another place:-
And strange things happen,
It's all hard to relate,
And it's all to logics distaste. 

I'm on a faraway beach,
A fair girl sits next to me.
She tells me she has to leave.
It all makes sense, 
But neither of us is keen.

She picks up a hand of sand,
Lets the grains fall.
But as they drift away,
Images begin to form.

A long train journeys,
Following the contours of the wind. 
It slowly starts to break up,
And fades like this false reality.

As my pen drops from my hand
It startles me awake.
Nothing here has changed,
My thoughts return,
And the memory begins to fade.