Creeping up, glowing and warm,
tugging at your eyelids.
Plumetting you into pleasant sweet dreams,
the fields where fantasy blends with reality,
and everything is calm and serene.

The nasty things in life
blur into oblivion.
Your thoughts wander aimlessly,
throughout the cool, welcoming streams of consciousness.

The air is floaty,
as is your body,
melting into one with the surroundings.
Becoming one with the all.
Your senses, your feelings,
become liquid chocolate.

Dynamite might blow the mountain,
a raging inferno sends the leopard racing,
but nothing could shift this peaceful feeling.

Time to sleep now; overwhelmed.
Powerless to, now and forever,
for all eternity,
a bodyless being!
Free from all encumbrance,
to roam the fields of time,
past, present and future.
The blind, yet all seeing creature,
the creature of the night.
Roaming free and wild,
as she always will.

On her wings she brings chaos,
disruption and destruction.

Anon. 20/5/92