Sleep comes like a fog in the night.

Swapping imaginary for the seen.

An incalculable oculus.

Sometimes it soothes and sometimes it attacks with a bite.

Emotions dictate my fate as I dream.

***

The possibilities are endless.

Power taken or given directly to the soul.

Hated and loved wager.

Golden haven to the friendless.

Grey vacancy for control.

***

I close my eyes.

And still myself the careful way.

Face it head on.

As reality dies.

And I simply drift away.

***

The beauty of it.