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 after a hearty meal
Re-growth begins
In the slumbering hours

As we walk the astral planes
The moon 
Takes on the strain

But we  sleep
Are we unaware
Of the work that is needed

Does the need to keep growing
Seem more important than deep knowing
Are we ready for the big sleep?