In Sleep

  Sleep.
  Freshness.
  We clean insides of windows
    and
      let
        sunshine
          strike
            uncluttered
              floors.

  Dream.
  Restless.
  Gather fogs in minds and find
    the
      corners
        furthest
          from 
            the
              doors.

Cool night slides back bright skies and sighs
                          - the universe exposed -
                                            we hide.

  Peace.
  Confess.
  Dark to ears and to eyes, silent
    we
      retreat
        to
          caves
            and
              fires.