I want rest
Without getting in bed.
Once in that nest
I feel comfort that’s all in my head.
When I drift off to sleep
I don’t even notice.
The dreams are memories I want to keep
As they are beautiful like a blooming lotus.
Alas, they whither in the morning
And I no longer remember my dreams.
I fall into mourning
For my forgotten scenes.
Today, I woke up tired, and unable to remember what I had dreamed about. Personally, I don’t often remember my dreams, and when I do it’s because I am lucid dreaming. I wish I could remember more of my dreams, as being asleep is such a large part of life.
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