Sleepwhisper

A book of transcribed poems, left behind by some unknown soul. Lacking in craft, but overflowing with feeling.

They say, "Sleep now."
"Close your eyes, and you can go home."
But as soon as I fall asleep,
the path is replaced by countless overlapping doors.

I push open a door, and there is still a door.
I call out familiar names,
and only the wind answers me:
You are not here, you have not returned, you do not wake.