Glazing comes over eyes

Half-conscious state's prize

As sleep tugs at your mind

Loss of focus makes blind



Grains of sand rise above

As tide first ebbs, then shoves

And a layer of sea-foam rises

Quieting all the mind's surprises



Drifting slowly into the deepest

State of the mind, also the cheapest

For once that level's been attained

There's no price needed be explained



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

12:50am Friday, June 12th, 1998