slipping into sleep

visions invade
like the lap of the tide
against sandy shores
lazily crashing
into the edges of consiousness

i am
the red-tailed hawk
soaring over seascapes

i am
the embodiment of freedom
as i could never be
in waking hours

and i revel
in the rush of wind
beneath these wings

smiling
before the hands of sleep
claim me completely

07/10/2004

Posted on 07/11/2004
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