So find yourself the land of soulful rest,
upon a corner of Heavenly fold;
as body restores and senses are blest-
Neither haunted bones, nor spirit feels old.

Let the rake leave as your mind lives in dream,
place the world across the nightly divide;
embark on your journey of portents and seme...
With only your astral double beside.

Savor all the minutes found in dream time;
also the temporary sense of death...
As your consciousness awakes within rhyme,
and your body once again wakes with breath.

Remember to let night's map light your way,
and form a wonderful guide for today!