Basin

       Best placed hopes are closed tightly across a
dream. The wonders are emptied into a basin. Ah
ha clearly they swim heartedly.

       Oh bah on the images planted inside my mind.
The created scene opens up to a grand line of
laughter. The silly giggles of children getting caught.

       Here I ramble in a quest of falling asleep. Soon
I pray that my eyes gain weight and my breathing
comes down to a slower pace.

      Soaring is the idea of how to talk to others.
Emptying the mind once more of all idiotic moments.
Pouring down the words onto a keyboard. One by
one the facts are slapped.

       Yes create a stir so all can observe. Holding
still long enough to linger on a dream. Only for
a moment.

      So here I ask you to join me long enough to see
that the lullaby of a dryer causes my eyes to be
heavy. The simple nodding of my head too. The
end very close at hand.

      So be good and smile for my sleep is following
me very close. Soon yes my copper will meet with
blue and the escaping of toxins will be my
objective to scoot away from.

     Be happy for sleep is finially  making the head
lull. Soft are the smirks and firm are my answers.

    So la.