The Origin of Sleep

I am a little girl
 Chasing butterflies
 Remembering all that was
 Yet still I sleep in mother's arms
 Why can I not wake?
 I am a baby
 Dreaming of birds and thistle
 Flowers and stone
 And creatures of the earth
 I remember many years from now
 Yet still I sleep
 Cradled in mother's arms
 Why can I not wake?
 I am a woman
 Asleep by the river bed
 I speak to myself
 For so very long now
 I'm so very cold
 So very still
 Lungs rife with stagnant air
 Why can I not wake?
 Mother hold me
 Cradle me close to you
 And kiss me goodbye
 Lay my body to the ground
 That I may bloom
 To seed the soil
 I am a little girl again
 Running through poppy fields
 Dancing through misty meadows
 Chasing butterflies
 Chasing myself to sleep
 Remembering so many years ago
 Cradled in mother's arms
 And again... I sleep
 I am a baby
 Sleeping again
 In mother's womb
 Remembering all that was
 Fading now... I am awake