into sleep

a lamp
by the bed
way beyond midnight

silence filled
with the sounds
rattling inside
a would-be

the stillness
is a transportation
to another plane

the sense
of middle night
a touch

shadows reach across
the ceiling
in search of corners
seeking out a place
of full retreat

and the darkness
when it comes
will be a blessing
a boon

for weariness
at an hour like this
comes to the fore

just a last line now
or two
to half complete
a semi-thought

before the journey
into sleep

© Frank Prem, 2017

April 2017 Poem #10: a line of brothers

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