Thursday, May 1, 2014

One Last Thought Before Sleep - 5/1/14

I lay my head on pillows stuffed with memories. As my body begins to relax, my mind ramps up its energies. Eyes close to reveal the stunning scenery of surreal sentiments, surroundings shaped by shows of affection. Such recollection is never unwelcome, but at this time, it's an esteemed guest. My night has drawn to a close, but my heart is open. It spills across my soul...staining the draining spirit that now seeps out and creeps into the night. The stars glimmer and gleam as the dream machine projects brilliant images of bae, while the mind bustles and beams with the sort of enthralled glow that could coat the moon in gold for all the world to see. It's a light that shines deeply in the dark corners of the mind, illuminating the places where nightmares and jitters could walk their dim paces and rear their grim faces. Traces of consciousness fade seamlessly into the slumber, coaxed by your ethereal presence -- ever-so-slightly. Nightly. You are the last thing to cross my mind; the first sign of a good night's sleep. A role that was not given. A role I didn't know I was missing. A role I hope you keep.

-A. Lewis