we are like lions roaring sweetly
feel our eyelids closing slowly
like the night with all else falling
falling like feathers gliding
and the heaviness inside
comes floating and blandly fading
there is beauty
in this thing called slumber
where noise isn’t existing
and our visions are just a sigh away
and distress is flying away
there is nothing else
that can take you farther
nothing, there is nothing
and if you wake up
in the middle of our journey
close your eyes again then look back to this quiet place
look back, pray and surrender
surrender to the bed of clouds under
floating and blandly fading
(c) Copyright 2012 Divino Rivera
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