My Lucid Reality

Her voice beckoned, calling, as seductive as spring after a long winter, as desirous as water in a drought, eyes looked out from the darkness, pulling me closer to her, like a puppy I came to her, wanting, yearning, every heart beat begging for her attention, as my hand touched her, she was gone, and again I was alone.  The night sang to me, sleep called to me, but every time I came close she would disappear like a wisp of smoke, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied.  I stared at the wall, a blank slate for my spent imagination, a white board I could color with my every whim, but all I wanted was her… my lost maiden, Sleep, oh Sleep my dearest, wherefore art thou?

Oh Hypnos, I cry in agony as I wait for your daughter to bring me that gift that so many enjoy as the cloak of Nox mocks these restless hours.  The bed is soft, but I am restless in my impatience.  My eyes grow dark, I whimper inside, hopeful, I feel her hands touch my hands, her breath ease my falling, and once again she flits away; a vixen, a tease.  Sleep, how have I scorned you to be treated so?  How have I hurt you that you should deny me with such cruelty?

I walk with the night, darkness is my companion,, we have spent many waking hours together, we talk, we share stories, and laughing at memories we hide from the searing light of day.  Darkness tells me of the dreams crafted and waiting for me, and like  prisoner I look through bars I cannot penetrate towards these vessels that bridge the gap from light to light.

Her lips are soft, their warmth draws me down the stairs I know so intimately, each step closer, each breath a step nearer my destination, and yet she mocks, her hand slips away, her laugh playful and sweet.  Oh Sleep, would that I could banish you, and my incessant need of your delightsome company.  As I wander through the darkened hours my bed takes many shapes, the call from each a plea, I glance towards the stairs, and sleep calls me to lay there and hold her, again she calls from the couch, and again in a cool corner of the disheveled bed.  Finally, losing hope in her fickle company, she comes to me, just as I stop wanting her.  As Helius with his fiery chariot stirs in the eastern sky her arms finally hold me close, and with tittering laughter I am finally taken.

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This post is another insomnia related post, only instead of science, and study, I am simply begging for the company of my elusive lady, Sleep. 

My favorite part of this is the relationship I have with Darkness, how we spend so much waking time together, he doesn’t talk, just listens.  I also like the wall, my whiteboard for my imagination.

How would you describe sleep?  A teasing mistress… an ball of fluff on the wind, an ever present companion tame and available?  I’m very curious, please let me know.

Claudious