When eyes see that the confession messages from the mind.

Sleep:

Slowly take my pain, turn it to something dreaming beautiful;
Come ever so slightly light, a dim dreamy light,
Spells and alluring fragrance like,
Engulfed to not awake in conscious, anymore,
Anymore.. 

Lotus leaves as floats so gentle, in blue pond of a soul's mind, Sleep, comes to  flow in staple and awake the soul
and we will be sailing like the birds, in the evening lilac sky, to go home.
A home where is, a home: a feeling.

Erasing all the dramas,
     away from reality and it's main difficulties
                   life is giving like
they are presents, but they are to wreck the soul but we get better with time. Never losing hope.

Ever sweet and bitter,
And dreams and nightmares are food for the head, keeping it vigilant and sensible.

Pretend with the help of sleep,is sometime helpful and life saver when the awake dazed mind seeking to breath but there's no air.

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word interpretation : : :

"We will be sailing.. "- here we means
as in the sleep, itself and the person
who is falling asleep.

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This one is dedicated to all the sleep lovers.  💙
Sleep is love.
Ain't it?

                                                        ~ Annie