I am longing for that slumber

The beauty of slumber night,
the darkness that envelops it,
The moon's brightness shines vividly in my mind.
drowsing on my billet
and left to wonder
I am drowning in the ocean of musing
(I am in paradise
every piece of me
longing for tranquillity)
And I feel it
through my heart
I am standing on an ocean waiting to be in Davy Jone's locker
but my soma is longing to conquer'
I yearn for that peaceful slumber,
the rest I've longed for all this time.
I crave the quiet and calm.
But I am bound by the fear,
that I hope it's not what I hear
the voices in my head,
waiting to be heard, woke me up as I gasped for air,
only to realize after
I am drenched by the ocean.