Sweet Dream
An ode to morning wood
Dawn finds my window on the prairieOpen to a new day, though I'm wary.Why rise so early? The clock has yet to rule;Still an hour before I'm off to school. And so I return to the twilight realm,Not fully conscious, but far from rem.My Sweet Dream rides in on a prairie breeze;Languid lover, inexplicable tease. She invades a place uniquely mineWhere reality and fantasy intertwine.Without any form or substance or voice,She ra...