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 of its own kind.
I could hardly believe it
But I saw a meadow without end;
I stopped my crying to think
Of where the tiller went.
I saw in hues that'd never been;
The sky emoted rest.
That place - known only to me -
Brought me there at behest
And of time? What did it mean
To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
Nourished by a fallen tear?
Suddenly - I startled -
And sitting up in my bed -
Felt my wound's sharpness dulled -
Almost like it'd never happened.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2025
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