Falling Asleep

Curling into a question mark
eyes shuttered
lips pursed
hands empty.

Dropping through
long dusty shafts
down into dank cellars.
Leaving behind faded day.

That last cup of sunlight
pouring from fingertips.
Lulled by rattling trains,
sighs of motors.

Bringing nothing but
memory into night.
Now I will untie knots
tear off wrappings
opening wide bundles of dreams.