Relax and fall Into slumber Where the giants still do sunder. Let the fay lay your head Onto a wonderful waterbed Where merfolk do abide. Take some time To take your time And do not give a damn For rhyme.
Sweet promises of holiday Call gently from a well-made bed. My honeyed tea calls the dreams From the hollows of my head. A silver chain protects my sleep. I have no reason For to weep.
Sage green Is most comforting to me. It reminds me of the forest Where I used to rest And find refuge from Those with extra-large thumbs. In palmistry that means That the ego has the reigns And is running the show Without regard for how it goes. Sage green Saving me from those Who were…