Diverse in the mental thoughts
of deep sleep, warming up to 
yesterday’s shadows of conflict
and shame.

A concept dynamic in emotions
and symphony.  Sounds of mellow
transgressions and agitations like
a slow harp waltzing to quilted beats
and change. 

A slumber rotating back and forth with
past and present malfunctions and innovative 
sequences of pleasure verses pain.  Secrets
verses promises with indirect gain.

A gesture of non discriminatory actions
driven with deep embedded prophecies 
angered with palpitations of eruptions
saturated with lustful desires.

Temptations are irrelevant when driven 
by motivations of incantations cloaked 
with speculations.

Then my slumber becomes my hunter. 
My dreams become the reality of fate
In a design created by someone who thought
They knew what love was, but only understood
What the need of surrender meant.
My Freedom, and know I sleep.