One last breathing technique to fall

     Seems as though the thoughts of reading were
very enticing. So much that I fell asleep from a mere
two paragraphs. Haha.

     Now the eyes are opened for a short time. Only
long enough to put more layers on, drink a little
bit of water and resituate on bed. Back to the
dreaming but this time laying down.

     Hmm. Softly I breathe. Small, long inhales.

      Silence holds onto my hand for now. The mind
begins to fog once again and eyes fall.

     Down go the lids for a few seconds and back
alert is the mind. Hoping that this poem finishes
very soon because soul is begging for rest. Since
already in relaxation mode the limbs become jelly.

    So open are the dreams. Welcoming all that
I have spoken of today to cross over lines. All the
memories of correct goodness waves inside. Sending
a joyful whimper to file loudly out of lips.

   A shout that surprises even me. Jarring myself
into deeper silliness. I now allow myself the paces
of broken sleeping moments.

   Ah just breathing relaxes and I enter into a deeper
sleep. Feeling the even rhythm rise and fall over
chest. Echoing whispers of my prayer to Jehovah
once more caress the air.

    Good night dear friend. Hoping sleep brings you
joy and peace. Into the morning I hope Jehovah
grants you a freshness of solid, crisp air to inhale.
Until then relax and allow dreams to form bonds of
friendships.

    All is in that moment I hope for. Yes one day,
again soon. Patience as I breathe deeply inward and
close my eyes.