What if we could love like we fall asleep?
Out of the darkening, quieting, moony skies,
Sleep arrives calmly every single night.
No commotion, no noise, no announcement,
Slowly it enwraps you, like a mystical cocoon,
Circles you, and places a gentle weight on your eyes.
You never think of it when it arrives.
You never think to resist.
Well, maybe, just for a second you do.
But knowing the stubborn human mind,
Sleep knows how to lure the object of its affection.
It doesn’t go away, and it doesn’t demand.
It only remains close to you.
Just slightly nudging you to crawl into bed,
Luring you with beautiful dreams awaiting,
Dreams that seem to hold you by the hand,
And pull you into that land of fantastical dreaming.
When you finally give in, and rest your mind,
Breathing slows down, into a slow and steady melody,
You don’t even realize that you are now sleeping.
If we could love like that…
A gentle slide into a natural and peaceful state.
A comforting, inevitable place of possibility…
Of the most wonderful and beautiful things existing,
And never even realize that we’re dreaming.