Poetry

Under Night Skies

Enjoy.

Sleep,
Sleep,
I need sleep.
I need to curl up
In pretty patterned sheets.
I want to dance with flamingos,
And paint the sky,
In dreams so perfect
They'll catch your eye.
I want to go on adventures,
Find true love and explore,
It's all in my imagination,
Not anything more.
Sometimes sleep brings darker dreams,
Ones where monsters run wild,
And we're beaten by machines.
Ones where superheroes die,
And those we love cry.
But even though we fear the dark nights,
We still sleep and know,
That it's all just in our imagination, isn't it?
Or do we really want to know?
No matter what lurks in the depths of our thoughts,
We'll curl up under patterned sheets,
And close our drooping eyes,
Tuning into the dreams
That happen under night skies.

Thoughts?------->