Sleepy Destinations

The tick of the clock,

Monotonous.

Longing to sit anywhere but here.

I yawn and let my mind drift,

But every river leads to the same place.

Such a tranquil destination for a thought

So over-encumbered by weariness. 

Maybe one of these days I'll make it there

And no longer only wander in the fade

Of one's perceptions, drifting in and out

Of sleep and consciousness.

I smile in contentment, that in my mind

I may

Wake next

To perfection

itself.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

You make these wishes of yours sound so sweet and this piece has a hopeful feel to it. Sometimes just thinking about a peaceful time is calming all by itself and who knows perhaps things will be brighter when you wake... But this piece is amazing and has a very lucid feel to it. Fantastic writing