Falling Asleep
Curling into a question mark eyes shuttered lips pursed hands empty. Dropping through long dusty shafts down into dank cellars. Leaving behind faded day. That last cup of sunlight pouring from fingertips. Lulled by rattling trains, sighs of motors. Bringing nothing but memory into night. Now I will untie knots tear off wrappings opening wide bundles of dreams.