Sleep
Everyone’s an artist,
snug inside their sheets.
Awakened by our sleeping minds,
subconscious finds its feet.
Dancing like a plastic bag
caught in a gust of wind,
expanding like a child’s balloon
unfolding from within.
Fragmented dreams
when you were young
still linger to this day.
Inside the mind
grand paintings hung
forgotten smiles you’ve saved.
Copyright © Mitchell Eadie | Year Posted 2013
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