~
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
~