SLEEP FOR THE WEARY
The sun peeks through
a canopy of trees.
A blanket of color
protects me with leaves.
I’m sheltered with
soft petals of pink.
Like velvet sheets
splattered with ink.
A bed in the petals
offers rest for the weary.
I give a sigh of contentment
as my eyes grow teary.
BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my bed.
It is all in my head.
Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her sad face.
She will haunt my nights.
So will the dead sights.
THE DEAD GAME
THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent,
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head,
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the sun
And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.
Why is there a big cat in my bedroom?
Am I awake or still sleeping?
It’s watching me.
Waiting for something.
Go away!
Oh no!
Now my clock has come to life.
Its eyes are ticking back and forth.
Is it my cat or my clock?
Stranger and stranger.
Cats.
There are cats everywhere.
Staring at me.
Help!
Do you feel a little strange?
Your eyes are blurry.
Kindly step away from the computer.
BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my bed.
It is all in my head.
The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and happiness
Before it settles down for the night.
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Take me to the light that shines bright
in the far reaches of the deep forest.
I want to bask in its heavenly glow
until the moon raises its spotlight.
Let the leaves tickle my hot skin
as I lie down on a sheet of grass.
Cover with me with a blanket of flowers
as bright as the rainbow overhead.
Sleep follows me to my private spot,
where animals frolic in freedom.
I’m floating in the sky above the branches,
looking down at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face
as my eyelids twitch in tune with my dreams.
Too soon the night will come,
bringing with it the dark and cold.
I must come back on the morrow
to finish the dreams I have just begun.
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
