A Dream In The Pasture
fighting in your sleep last night
left raccoon eyes coated in red
a swaying yet diligent, bobbing head
moves to dreamless cloud shaped melodies
beyond you lies lavish emerald colored grass
as far as the eye can see
in the day, it calls for you at work
beckoning you to rest in deep ZZZzzz…..
customer’s words framed by rapid incoherence blow past
like the echoing laughter from a love
that penetrated time but failed to last
the ground falls beneath wobbling feet
while your balance is predicated
by the counting of sheep
as you search in a pasture
for the staff of Little Bo-Peep
may it lead you home to opulent sleep
Love always, Esha ❤
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