Dream

Swift lies the damsel down to rest,

Her eyes can hold the light no more.

She seeks the warmth of love,

An embrace to share the night.

Close tangled with another,

Is all she seeks to be.

Mythic heroes wait in line,

To warm the maidens skin.

Tall and Blond or Red and rough,

Choices that are endless.

Each will have their time tonight,

Then be gone by dawn.

Thoughts crowd a cluttered mind:

Sleep will order through the night.

Mythic Gods and creatures,

Fly with ease in dreams,

To cleanse, to simplify the day,

From foggy grey to sweet bright colours,

Each memory takes the stage

To encouraging synaptic applause.

Exeunt Misery and Pain.

Enter Peace and Calm

To rapturous acclaim,

Fun and Laughter join the group,

Easing a tortured mind

To a deep, fearless, untroubled sleep.