Thoughts avant sleep

Sweet slumber comes upon thine midnight's eye
Thou art lost to realms unknown, unspoken.
The other world so different from your own...still the same.
How will your self awake in the morrow?
How will thee know that the eye can stay shut if it so pleases.
The world will as always, be untouched.
Lost in your slumber,
you choose to remain.
Asleep in a waking world,
Away from the pain.

Priorities

They are floating as do the water lilies 

on the surfaces of translucent lakes

Pick them up

one by one.

Arrange them,

Don't jumble them up.

Do as you please

(work on them)

Finish them,

But most importantly,

Stick to them.