floating just out of reach,
dancing behind heavy lids
Taunting, teasing each.
There, but not quite.
Desired, but not held.
The urgent need to have
All fears and worries quelled.
Just for a moment,
To slip into the peace.
Rest, respite, relaxation,
Just to fall to these.
But, alas! How it evades us,
Like fog upon the ground.
Coming closer, sliding away,
Never quite to be found.
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