Slumber

*Anna Borowa*

Some
Time
Along
The
Line
It
Seems
I Stopped
Remembering
My
Dreams.
Comatose,
I Lay
There
Like
The
Dead,
A
Vacuum
In
My
Head.
I Miss
The
Panorama
Of
The
Nightly
Drama,
The
High
Adventure
And
Romance
As
I Dance
Away
The
Hours,
Scattering
Drowsy
Flowers.
Lately,
I Only
Float
In
A
Steady
Boat
Of
Sleep,
The
Voyage
Silent,
The
Water
Deep.