Naptime

Lord, let me retire

Yet mind fired; body expired

Ideas twirl whirl swirl

Face afire, icy toes

Flip pillow, rub toes

Toss, turn--

Sheets tumbled jumbled crumpled

Align hips, spine straight

Drop head to pillow

Shoulder to toe burrow below

Finally, brain refrains

Thoughts in, thoughts out

Breathe in, breathe out

Lungs billow,

Drool on pillow

No thoughts, no oughts

Zero consciousness

Blessed nothingness

--

Strange streaming, dreaming

Clasping, grasping vivid images

Yet lapsing, collapsing memory

Breaking light, waking sight

Birds' hymns, stretch limbs

Muscles relieved, rest received

I finished writing this poem and now I want to fall asleep. How about you? Anyway, if you are conscious enough, I'd appreciate a follow, tip, or monthly pledge. You can also find my musings on my personal blog, Facebook, and Twitter.