The Noise of Love

In the silent, transitional passage of wakefulness into sleep, all the noises of the day drift away. The last sound you hear is your gentle final whispers of love.  The uniqueness of that  "noise" is often the beginning of sweet dreams. The poet Rumi describes that moment here:

In my ear nothing remained except the noise of love.
 No reason or no idea remained in my spirit
 Except for the beauty of the world
 Of the eternal past.
                          ~Rumi

As you begin to fall asleep,  you can only guess about the future. But the beauty of the world is always something worth dreaming about.