I. The Moth's Summons

Away, away, come away with me,
quiet, unconcerned, a silence in flight.
Draw me close, sing to me softly,
lost in the dreams of the night.
Here,
a pallid, opaque mist of the mind,
isolating and serene in oblivion.
On the wings of sleep comes darkness,
hiding me where no one can find.

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Written really spontaneously, in around...5 minutes. The topic is sleep, which I adore. This is the 1st poem in a series, but I had to remove it for a while because it was submitted in a poetry competition, where it got into the final rounds. It is now published. :D

YAYS!

As always, constructive criticism in welcome.