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 <3