It does not matter so much whether your house is big or small...what matters is whether it's a home.

My thoughts are frozen
in actions that I could not execute.

My mind is frozen in dreams
that never became true.

Watching anime and eating cake
on a Saturday night
Drinking beer and enjoying football
on a Sunday afternoon
Placing a fluffed pillow on a single bed
On a Monday morning
Walking through the trees with my mind
Stepping over dreams with reluctance
Driving through the day for me and her

~
Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep

Remember drowsy
blue waters
heal and swoon
the ennui haze

In softly pillowed oblivion
where even your
little toes and feet
touch bottom

Beloved dreamer
in tempera obscurity
there will be no memory
of the procession
ferrying our kipped-down family

They will dance
widdershins around us
with fluttered eyelids
and reclining hearts

But whether an
allegory of the cave or
an analogy of the sun toward
some dividing line between
~either way~

Sleep, sweet darling
Sleep
~