Sleep

My hands have left the paper's edge
into an abyss of a dream -
All writing ceased and silenced
all of my brain wave's violence -

The pounding thoughts within this brain
crashes through each synapse
into infinity I see
no answers coming through my conscience -

Dearest Lord, please let me sleep -
let all the wonders in me cease
give me my nightly wondrous grace
into a thoughtless, empty space -