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Nodding Off
I sit enveloped in my chair,
My limbs relaxed, my work is done;
The radio is droning low,
My eyes are heavy as a ton.
I know the room is occupied,
But sorting voices is a strain;
A ghostly figure passes by,
I think I'm nodding off again.
I'm wavering between two worlds,
One cold and clear, the other warm
And filled with floating images,
Devoid of bone or flesh or form.
I sense a slowly sliding movement,
Hear again that far refrain;
My head falls from it's finger perch
Because I'm nodding off again.
My body is superfluous,
And all control I had is lost;
Opposing me, a mental bridge,
Before I know it I have crossed
Into another world, quite real,
With time a useless thing to keep;
I've left behind all earthly ties,
I've lost the fight and gone to sleep.
Written 1995
poem
by
John Carter Brown
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