Time to sleep


It is as if you have lost all …you rest dormant for eternity …a hand has wrested your hair for a hundred years or more …and although you sleep you hear passing voices …hands across this time stroke and on occasion caress your cheek …There is no moment that creates an opportunity to open your eyes ..so you sleep long … There are no dreams  you are just there …sentient , in that time to sleep ..you and that resting arm ….


About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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