Slowly comes the heavy lid
thoughts of supine slumber
restless dreams abide me now
leave me peaceful pines my sleepless

two shoes quiet another step stop
touching barefoot ocean shores  
afar the crack of crashing waves
the splash of sea salt sings
Sleep jumps over the moon

what should i be for halloween?

myself: all i need is to lift up my sleeve and show the scars and my costume shall be complete