Another poem that swam to the surface of my mind...while sleeping.

i

How I wish

To drift off

To the wondrous land

Of peace and silence

ii

In a small boat

With sails waving high

iii

I try

To find this land

iv

Amidst the storm's

Rambling thoughts

Of shifting worries

Ripping apart

The calmness

Of the once gentle sea

vi

I try

To tame

The thundrous sea

vii

With still

The storm's complaint

Hovering over

I travel on

To a place

At horizon's reach

viii

Far away

Where no one comes

Only me and myself

I go

ix

Half asleep

I rock in the fighting boat

Tossing and wavering

Water spilling all over

xi

Uncertain in my path

Following

My frantic mind

xii

To an island so far

Where dreams come

and where my peace lies

xiii

At the sight

Of this island

seated

In the eye

Of the storm

xiv

The hurricane

Of emotion and worries

Finnaly calms

My journey

Almost done

xv

I reach the shore

And descend

Into sleep's warm embrace

xvi

Finnaly

The world lies

Quite blissfully

Silent and Grand

xvii

Falling asleep...

Winning the battle...

Finally...