October 26, 2008 | Leave a comment As I drift I wonder slip my thoughts to a sleepy yonder. On magical flights I fly, roof high to dream-powered sights as I dip and I glide and soar high in my mind, touch tops of the trees with somnambulist ease. I snore to success and spin to impress, arms stretched to the clouds as I wave to the crowds in my drifting sleep journey with all cares swept before me. My conciousness flows to sleep traffic control as I sweep to a landing, defy all understanding. With snores, tossing and turning on the edge of returning but in dreamy nirvana I remain a while longer with a lightness and shine I have limited time for my air sailing will stop with the sound of a clock. Share on Facebook