Sleep
Calm and quiet ,there is no sound
A veil of silence drawn around
Is this death or higher life ,
Wandering soul or barren strife
Is the memory buried deep ,
A second life when we sleep .
Do we know just where we go ,
With eyelids closed,our breathing slow.
Flickering images dance divine,
Can they be a higher sign?
Why is it we cant recall
The hazy figures seen by all ?