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