Oblivion

Sweet, sweet oblivion

Washing over me,

A torrid desert storm,

A flash flood sweeping over sand;

Or a gentle lapping of the waves

Who lay their subtle kisses

On the land.

The winding down...

The nodding off...

The head-bob short of sleeping...

The quiet calm of a departing sun.

Slowly, surely,

Calm remembrance

Brings a soothing softness,

As we drift off into oblivion.