Now I Lay Me Down To Dreams
Now I lay me down to dreams
Of muted sounds and forest scenes.
Beneath the earth my soul lies deep.
I go to rouse it from its sleep.
I search for it in busy places
But know it likes deep, silent spaces.
I try to bring it back with me
But lose it in cacophony —
Of busy work and daily life,
Of surface living, normal strive,
Of reaching for the moon and stars
And building arsenals for wars.
So back I go to muffled wood,
To table spread with muse’s food
And heady drink which I imbibe
And ask that I might be her scribe.
She lays me down on earth and pine,
I softly sink beneath the line —
Where corporeal cannot survive —
To meet my soul and then revive.
Loosened bonds of conscious waking,
A tip-toed journey I am making.
I take care not to wake the dream
That lends me sight in the world of seem.