This Constant Me

I lie in bed my minds a race,
for the day goes by at such a pace.
Stillness is how I long to be,
to put an end to this constant me.

Slowly, gently, a dark veil,
sleep is coming, moonlight pale.
Light is fading, closing eyes,
circling thoughts are none to wise.

Relax, it's time to let go,
rest and retreat from todays show.
Finally a place to dream,
In golden fields, so serene.

Deeper still a stage beyond all,
thoughts have gone, I cannot fall.
Body no longer to give a care
Where I've gone, I know not where.

Morning light creeps in so slow,
body wakes its time to go.
Busy mind has no time today,
it never does, must think away.

I lie in bed my minds a race,
for the day goes by at such a pace.
Stillness is how I long to be,
to put an end to this constant me.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 16/10/13
© Ray Sinclair

by Ray Sinclair

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A nice dreamy poem. Stillness is how I long to be. How we long to put an end to all our racing thoughts.