And i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed.
( Poems from my uncle’s grave. (via blindthoughts) )
Sleep steady, as silence ringing through familiar air.
Find your stillness as snow on the roof, blanketing,
as summer rain streaming
down a bedroom window (imagine it is warm).
Sleep deep as clear breath, healthy inhalation
of perfect air after a bottomless illness.
Deep as the sky at dusk, bursting
into more brilliant hues
than were ever illuminated by the sun.
Rise new, with the dawn on your back.
Sleep long as winter nights, as river walks.
Long as time, and as changing.
Long as pain.
( Benjamin Clime, Prayer For Sleep. (via inactivecharliebronsons) )