To Sleep

The sweet air from heaven,

Feels a mist of temptation

Whenever I let this happen,

Clouded views turn to motion.

Becomes vague-- bit by bit

As I let the winds slap me while I sit

The exact satisfaction I drool,

I carelessly elope until I lost my cool

I hear scratches behind my ears,

The line above my ears smears

A bright figure comes into view

Alas! It is time for me to wake up, that was my cue.