The dream world had its eye on me...
It came and whispered in my ears...
weakened all my senses
my eyelids started to fall.

My mind was silent,
I could any hear sleep speak,
and see what it meant,
in colours and patterns
that started to take shapes,
speak in familiar voices,
do things I'd though about.

Its like sleep knew my deepest thoughts and was willing to help me test them
in its virtual layer..

We talked for hours
swapping truths about inches of our selves
and hoping for validation.

But time arrived
Now it was in the form of birds chirping, reminding me i have to do some living. And sleep respectfully released me from its hold,
saying, " we'll meet again."