• a thousand voices
    blending, weaving together
    harmonies, dissonances, words.
    spilling out, so beautiful, I just want
    to surrender
    to them.
    sing of sleep beneath the moon
    so many pictures in my head
    I can't sleep, yet my limbs are made of lead
    but if there are
    noises, shadows, in the night
    then I surrender
    to sleep.
    chills all throughout
    my body
    listening to these chords.
    they fade away, their
    sweetness lingering in the air
    until they surrender. until I
    surrender to sleep.