Transition To The Perfect

Finally in bed…

And mentally wrecked
From another difficult day,

The weight of fatigue
Spreading my body flat
On the sheets,

So needing of rest;
So needing of replenishment.

And as my mind
And heartbeat began
To slow,
A peace washed
Over me,

And a vision
Began to form
Before my closed eyes.



Drawing me
To another world.

Nothing more
Did I need
From this day,

Just transition to sleep,
And a chance to heal,
My body,
And my soul.

Just transition
To dreams
Of you,

Just transition to…


To the perfect.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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