Toss and turn too hot too cold
Breathing drawn in, sorrows untold
Seeking solace, ease, peace, sleep.
Dreams arrive at last, burning deep
Demanding the treasures be a sacrifice
On an alter crafted of man’s every vice.
In reaching for the clouds I begin to fly
Rising higher without will into a brilliant sky,
Finding more like me in the clouds nearby.
Below are many sleepers seeking solace and peace
I whisper to them and their fears they release.
Ease and comfort I breathe into their sleep
As I drift back to earth I find that I weep
For joy in the freedom the dreaming has brought
And the comfort and solace bruised soul had sought.
Denise A. Carr March, 2016