Sand

Sand from the hour glass

Slips into the sea

My silent bed awaits me

A night of sickness and light

I close my eyes but still I see

In the brightness my shadow

Takes on color and form

Suspended above the abyss

I open the door

Memories cascade

Dreams vie for attention

Music sheets fly in the Autumn wind

Comments:

  As a psychic insomniac alien abductee sleep can be elusive.