Let sleep come on like a gentle flood,
Let it wash the day away.
Untether the mind and let it drift
With the dark, heavy current.
Let yourself be swept away
In the cleansing flood of sleep.
Let it carry you out,
Way, way out,
Caught up and born along,
In its irresistable pull,
Far from the shores of concern
To where it's deep and silent.
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I like this a lot. It makes me want to go there.
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