And now as I prepare to surrender to rest,
The shoots of dreams start to show,
The promise of color,
The assurance of wonder,
The hint of the other world.
Or simply a white lie, tempting nonetheless...
And like a painter ready with a view in sight
and an image in mind,
I sort my palette of thoughts
as my eyelids lay the first strokes
on the void of this black canvas of Sleep.
N.
(Footnote: I don't know why I put that in the form of a poem :)
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