Sleep

All the things you find here,

You just can never touch,

And vice versa, don't fear.

The small stars you may watch

And even the big ones,

The ones that glow like suns.

Wander into the world

Of shiny little things.

They've been flying since old.

Their thin fluttering wings

Are accompaniment

To voices and statements.

How you move, but can't leave,

In nothing you believe,

And nothing you relieve.

You are just travelling

In your head happily.

Like the small fairies sing,

You go naturally

In this strange, unknown world

Before day can unfold.