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.