To Sleep … To Dream
Sleep drifts across my consciousness
as I enter that make-believe world
where reality sees through a muslin mask
draped damask silk obscures truth
and a samite screen falls across my past
The difference between then and now fades
as a haze envelopes my senses
featureless clouds descend
and my dream-world begins
Reality now hijacked by myth and legend
a new world
untried
untested
a concoction distilled from my history
as unlike my waking world
as noonday is from midnight
as I am from my shadow
SLEEP
Life’s parade ground
Death’s practice ground
Roland's Ragbag 