Unquiet Sleep Poem by Orbiam Simon

Eyes are closed
Ears are dimed
The mind is slowing deep in the sleep
The soul still awake
The spirit is at work
Though that's a dream kind of

Some dreams are foresacken
Such that body can't be taken
Like fighting and playing
Running or walking
It just depends on the act
Singing or shouting
Talking or subbing
Perhaps groaning aloud
One might be tearing apart

At dawn been awake but weak
Body painfully asking
I have journeyed beyond the physical.