Heedful I observe

Dust flying within sunbeams

My limbs stretch out and around

like the arches Of the sun

Sprawled out on material cloud

wide eyed

I rise upon it.

But do I truly get rest from it?

I lay in a puddle of hot hues of orange

Slowly sinking into it so deep

I wish to plunge into its depths

I welcome it.

Everytime I welcome it

It loops like every breath taking

Right before I awakened.

Right before I’m awakened.

A feeling in my bones shaking

My subconscious breaking

Throwing itself into a forest approached by a herd, packed of sheep in grey furs snarling at me every word and memory I’ve heard

In the background a plethora of singing birds

Their songs familiar and comforting

Bringing me back through ascension

Back into my pool of hue

Back into the warmth I ooze.

I rise upon it

Will I ever truly get rest from it?