It pulls me in
The soft whisper
Into a lull of darkness
From which I will not return
And though I should be frightened
I am not
A wave of calm rushes over
The quiet keeps me here
Perhaps I am trapped
But I’ve never felt more free
For this chasm is as vast
As it is eerie
No, I don’t think I’ll ever escape
I don’t think I’ll ever want to
For my thoughts keep me here
And my dreams, they do prosper
Cate Fletcher 