Where do we go when we sleep?
Keeps you wondering,
On nights you're not at ease,
About the nights you sleep fine.

Is it a timeless loop of nothingness?
Or a creative imaging of what we most desire?
So tranquil, in your control.
So turbulent, indeed unruly.

A serene destination,
One where you wish to remain.
Unsteady drifts; alternating timelines,
To which sometimes, returning is saving.

How is the destination determined?
Is it the drill of the day?
Or unspoken thoughts of the night?
Certainly a timeline of limitless possibilities.

© Idiopoet