Disconnect myself from the voice and sound
A conversation that circles round
Familiar tune wanders down the hall
Rest on my ears
Shafts of sunlight
Dancing dust slips in and out.
Drift off into semi sleep
Mind wanders shallow and deep
Flickering eyelids view the scene
Floors are grey , walls are cream
Soul looks down on sleeping form
Now it’s becoming torn,
Return to flesh to wake and start
Or skip return, and drift apart
Leave the mortal flesh behind
Lying there would be more kind
But there’s plenty left and time to go
Now’s not the time to leave the show.
Feather music washes down
Wakens me with gentle sound
Soft guitars float and weave
Their magic dance ,waves like sea
Wake me is it really me
My hands can move and I can feel,
Yes I can feel, I CAN FEEL
The warm warm sun that lights the room
That always saves me from the swoon
14/5/2021 18.15-18.45
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