A welcome moment…


When daylight hours
- crammed with cerebral somersaults,
verbal hopscotch
and discipline-driven pursuits -
yield to the nocturnal guardian
who topples the muscle-bound mind
from its testosterone throne,
uncoiling its tautness
unclenching its grip
allowing the blissful slip
into the sumptuousness softness
of velvet unconsciousness.

When drifting into
somnolent sensation
we witness the celluloid vista
of angels dancing on tip toe,
when sinking into body texture
brings scent of dream
that sweet syrupy sharpness
of balsamic space.

When submitting to gravitational pull
we relieve the yen
to impale one’s face
through the meniscus of
cognizant reality
to be free
to gladly roam
the hallowed land
of Shangri-la.