In my dreams, I sleep

In my awake, I sleep

In my mind, I sleep

I sleep in not apathy but unawareness

I sleep in not as frivolous but free reining

I live the world in sleep surrounded by sprinkling fairies

Sprinkling the dust of youth from tippy toe to tippy top

The dust is light, light like my head

The dust is tender, tender like my skin

The dust is clear, clear like my mind

The dust is benevolence, it sings bene a tutti e due

The dust is genesis, the beginning, the prolonged and new.

Close your eyes

and see the darkness

But I

I see light

That is the sleep

The slumber

The break

The breath

The solace

That is-my carriage across the world

On its back I am through the hills of Malaysia

Through the beach of Jamaica

And to the immortal unknown.

With my sleep in the obscure, I see the meaning

With my sleep in the daunting, I see the timid

With my sleep in the proud, I see the jealous

With my sleep in the bedlam, I see the field

For even If I do not know

My sleep is my eyes

My eyes are my heart

And my heart is soothed.