Thursday, December 3, 2015

Dreaming of Dreams

Eight hours of sleep

What a dream

To get that kind of peace

I would truly weep

The joy of such slumber

With no more counting numbers

The sheep must have all been sheared

For them to have been up all night
Pulling their wool over my eyes

From their constant weaving

And some still gently holding my lids tight

A whole night of restful sleep

I'd be living one of life's delights

© Sheri * November 2015

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