To Sleep, Perhaps To Dream
I lie there in my meadow bed
Looking at a slate blue sky
The dampened earth beneath my head
A gleaming brightness stings my eyes
A faint breeze cools my sunbathed face
The grass is prickly on my skin
Above the wisps of clouds float by
Entrancing me till dreams creep in
Like Rip Van Winkle, taking rest
My eyes won't open, time is space
Such solitude within my breast
But soon home calls me to my place
The sound of thunder coming near
I rise refreshed, my mind so keen
I need to run before the rain
But I'll be back again to dream
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008
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