Of Drift and Special Ease

I never sleep
peacefully
on the bed
never sleep
patiently
into dream.
Never quite reach
sleep comfortably
that groove time
of drift and special ease
of gone and just going off
in to perfect snooze mode
- cosy to gone.

Never quite reach that
first layer of sleep
still aware

There is sincerity
in quiet of dark
unasked for.
A neutrality.
Solitary bliss.

Though restless
peace now with
the certainty of
pulled curtains
the seal of walls
warm toe cosy
feet arms legs head
perfectly secure
preparing to
drift

Eyes closed
Weightless
self
kettle warm
muscles slack
small aches
- strains
the covers massage

Into
Dreamy
peaceful now

as everywhere around
the sound of nothing
And of nowhere.