Hamlet said “to sleep perchance to dream”,
but his anguish would
allow neither
sleep nor dreams.
This is not for me.
Instead, I prefer a cozy bed,
a dark room,
and a clear head
from which to start my night’s journey.
Drifting into the maternal womb of sleep,
I am greeted by my dreams
bringing forth my secret
fears, demons, hopes and desires.
In them, I am small as a mustard seed
and as big as all outdoors.
I can sing, dance, skip and soar
to my heart’s content.
I vanquish vampires and vixens, and
arise from my night’s bed
victorious
and ready
to face a new day.
~ Mk Michaels
