Hypnogogic - Kitchens Of Distinction

This fluid motion

In and out of sleep

Gets the mind awondering

Between roadsides and streets

Between mountainsides

And boats and aeroplane rides

Not knowing what’s controlling

The scenes in front of my eyes

Bemused bewildered a hundred times thankful

I’m in the lap of the sweetest hours

I have slept ten thousand nights

And I’ll wake from a thousand more

Being in and out of different worlds

And hoping for millions more

When I wake to find something’s changed

I’m deceived for the world spins on the same

No raw area

In sleep there is no pain

No joy no love no worry

Maybe an unquiet dream

I’ll turn away from laughter

I’ll turn away from love

When the finest sanctuary unfolds

And pulls me underneath

Bemused bewildered and a hundred times thankful

I’m in the lap of the sweetest hours