Slumber beckons me into realms of dreams
Where messages and visions reside, not as they seem
WHere the unreal feels real but yet seems obscured
By unconscious subconsciousness that is so sure
That one is awake, but yet one's too deep
Into the world of slumber, one's body's asleep
While the soul hasdeparted temporarily gone
Still attached to the body yet has travelled beyond
Where the barriers of what the human eyes can see
Where the carriers convey the spirit where it is free
It's the sleep that I crave, not while I'm i the grave
And until I awaken, to it's grips I'm a slave
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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