Torpor

My insomnia settles like

Dust on an old mattress.

As I roam through the gardens and

Tulip fields,

I realize I have been holding my

Breath

For the last couple of hours.

As I gasp for air

The air fills with me.

Man and wind, we expand together.

Insurmountable, we are now a 

Golden aura--

The radient light awakens

Deep inside, deeper than my skeleton and

My life-body wisps out of my skin

Inching toward the sun like some

Tired plant.

Reviews

[inconsistentsea]

Did you consider making this a poppy field, to go with the theme of sleep and release? :)