Dasalai

Rushing sleepiness in me while in bed, Tired and possibly numb of thought, I sigh, Into my mind is the Sandman's dust fed, Fatigue in me, I wish to sleep to fly, Dreaming of the ability to dream, Ponderings come of what I will vision, Journeys throughout the clouds, romantic's theme, Wondering what of mind will incision, My heartbeat slows and I begin yawning, Resting feels like a dessert, delicious, Muscles relax as I slip unconscious, I wish to rest until sun's dawning, Miniscule problems of the mind disperse, As I slip to slumber, ever un-terse.