|A young woman tries to entice a fairy into the palm of her hand.|
|My texture art flowers and others which I enjoy doing so much!|
Laying in the darkness, hushed, motionless hardly breathing
I wait for that inner darkness to climb behind my eyes.
The anticipation of sleep almost unbearable, oblivion wavering.
The dusky shadows come creeping stealing softly my sighs.
Until at last I spiral down towards sweet oblivion, falling into tranquillity,
Away from any form of thought or memory that leaves me contemplating
Into the night, restless, disquieted, murmuring prayers fruitlessly.
To slumber in the darkness hushed ,motionless, hardly breathing