This is a poem to my sleep

I feel you coming and it's welcoming

Engulfing my body with the soothing hum of..

The stuff I dream of 

Drifting to the soft spot in my brain

Where rest lives and realization hangs around

My imagination in my playground

Especially subconsciously

Dear sleep comfort me

As my room watching over me

Moments away from the death like quiet

Praying for my friends and family

As I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

Or guide or borrow

Should our souls really be given away night after night

It's over 

This poem 

My music box lullabies

It's as they say 

That time

To not just unwind but incubate

My life my independent thoughts

Moments away from that place we all go

But few seem to ever remember

I feel you coming and it's welcoming

This is a poem to my sleep

Goodnight...Josalisa in a drowsy RiOt.