A fleeting thought before sleep

To dance on roof tops under star lit skies
with a glass of chilled wine barely held between lazy fingers

Round and round and round
till feet are felt no more and thought silent
with only the sound of music and the silence of a city restless
Where time is forgotten
and a sleeping world slowly wakes
from slumber eagerly sought

And in those moments
where dreams and reality merge into incomprehension of the now
I spin around on numbed feet
and drooping shoulders stretched
in welcome of the momentary loss of reality
of a world awakening with the delusional ecstasy of fatigue

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