In a comfy sleeping bag, like an Egyptian mummy,

a warm feeling flows, gently from within.

I feel a finger touch sensation, above relaxed eyelids,

as the day slowly recedes, leaving tension behind.

Now totally suspended, I’m drifting on a tide,

my closed eyes watching, as silken darkness flows-in.

In a cocoon, encompassed, comfortable and safe,

inside that warm cave, where nothing penetrates.

Alan  Friday

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    • Drum and Bass
    • August 23rd, 2011

    wow ur site gave me power !!! thanks

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