the witching hour
And sleep is on its way
Like a carpet
made of magic
Carrying me away
from my tragic.
Ever had a dream
where your eyes
Are faraway lands
and your mirrors
Tell you to leave?
Now, I can't extol
the perceived benefits
of frankincense
I just put that bit in
to make it fit with the title.
It's way beyond
the ordinary now
And sleep is coming.
But, have any of us
really had a dream
Where we're looking out
Instead of looking in?
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