What Might (She Sleeps) draft

She slept something spiritual;
little and less could be described as
little holistic, less tangible states as
surely naught else might aspire to attain
such a state of grace.
Surreal, unreal, yet -
tangibly, omnipresently, impossibly,
as indicated by breaths deep
and the back-and-forward of eyes' sweet,
it -
is little wonder that I've come to christen
her as Sleep.
That this coordinate of space-time might be
written, repetion unto tomorrow,
that our hour here might be made stone,
that into my retinas forever might be burned
with thsi furiously burning halo;
What that changes-only might be made
exclusively eternal,
and you, and I, might be shielded
by veils of shadow,
while although the world revolves-in-perpetuum,
we might change from this moment naught -