Good Night

The poem I wrote while falling asleep.

My eyes are so itchy, 

No, so...heavy

I reach my hands out

to the blackened void above

and feel the whistling 

of complete emptiness

I roll on my side, 

with a sigh of content

as open space surrounds me, 

with its arms outreached

I slip deeper into its grasp

at the mercy of my own thoughts

as transient and intangible

as the wind that lifts them

Body completely numb, 

I escape the world of solid ground, 

and float to a land

enslaved by imagination

To that world

full of grace, 

 and so gracefully fleeting, 

I will most likely forget it by morning

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed this poem about nighttime. Thanks for stopping by, and have a great day!

Reviews

[wordman]

it`s like a new version of alice in wonderland

[Elisa]

I love that interpretation! :) Thank you so much for reading!

[wordman]

my pleasure

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Yup:) I like this. Very well written:)

[Elisa]

Thanks! :D

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Your welcome:)

[~]

Yes, a fun read indeed. To be taken away into the world of the unknown, is a mystery we like to solve every night.

[Elisa]

Most definitely! Thank you so much for reading/reviewing!

[steven]

I was amazed by your work, I greatly enjoyed this Elisa. You could be famous someday, this poem was flawless

[Elisa]

Oh my goodness thank you so much! You are waaay to good to me lol.

[steven]

i speak the truth, you have potential

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A wonderful in-the-moment piece reflecting the body's movement towards sleep. I enjoyed this very much.

[Elisa]

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!

[MOON]

Lovely write, to sleep perchance to dream....

[Elisa]

Thank you so much :)

[sinNsincerity]

Thank for for sharing. I enjoyed it even though I read it in the morning =D

[Elisa]

Hahaha thank you sir!

[Horizons]

Very clever. Again bunches of things you've expressed with your cleverness `bout your sighs.

Night comes with emptiness, but as the shades of new-morn comes down to life, nothing seems to be remembered for long `bout the castles of previous-nights. However, only the fog or the hazel-mist of yesterday seems to be 'mesmerized' solely and merely in head with 'smiles', 'thoughts', & poor-mazes. Nice imagery you've come up with.