The Geography of Sleep

Some nights it’s the sweetest walk westward through trees

As rays filter through leaves and sweet scents drift on the breeze.

A nap is seemingly somewhat close

When landmarks line your way to the coast

And you crest that next hill to the view you love most.

At times you’re ever searching, lost in the wilds

As paths are winding, twisting endless for miles

There is no map

Or a course to chart

The view lost in a snap

As you follow your heart

Into the nothing;

Northbound and mist

South there lies something

Just what you don’t know

As you put your map down

To pick up and go

Into the ether

Of unconsciousness

Whether tame lane

Or an unholy mess

So off with us both

As we lay down to rest

And may we not loathe

North, South, East or West

And fall into sleep;

The grail of this quest.