A nice prescription of sleep

A nice prescription of sleep

   I took when the day proved awry

And found myself when I blinked

   In a dreamscape so wide.

Tho' it was hard to believe -

   I saw a meadow without end;

My crying stopped to think

   Of where the Tiller went.

I saw in hues I'd never seen;

   The sky emoted rest.

I searched the horizon -

   Sure that there were secrets.

And of time? What did it mean

   To the birds above the field?

To the excitable bee

   Nourished by a fallen tear?

And then - I startled -

   And facing a morning sun -  

Felt my heart's wound dulled -

   Almost like it'd never happened.

Reviews

[Lara]

The rhythm in this writing further defines the solace of the subject, with dream world imagery both inviting and wide enough to share space. A particular treat found in the bee - as if to conjure an alchemists pearl of sweet sorrow.