Sleep

When asleep

The ageless travellers hold your hand

And dance into the night winds.

The replenishment

Starts as the eyes begin to close

Like pulling the shutters over the world

While we relax at a hearty meal

Re-growth begins

In the slumbering hours

As we walk the astral planes

The moon

Takes on the strain

Of our sleep

But are we aware

Of the work that is needed

To regenerate

Our inner store of energy.