Heavy are the eyes

Heavy are the eyes

So easily closed

What holds them

Is more than curiosity

Does the world go on

Or will it cease to be

When I finally look away

It is more than tiredness

From lack of sleep

There is a weariness

Of spirit

Tearing at the fabric

Holding worlds apart

What drives me on

When the flesh is weaker

Than the beating heart

So easily would all things end

If I were to let go

It is a subatomic miracle

Of unimaginable

Proportion

The hairline

Division between us

Unbridgeable

Although

With a subtle shift

From waking unto sleep

We can engage

In a moment

Of magical connection

A timeless correction

If I do let go

Will I simply drift away.