#pain

A nice prescription of sleep
   I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
   In a dreamscape so wide.

Tho' it was hard to believe -
   I saw a meadow without end;
My crying stopped to think
   Of where the Tiller went.

I saw in hues I'd never seen;
   The sky emoted rest.
I searched the horizon -
   Sure that there were secrets.

And of time? What did it mean
   To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
   Nourished by a fallen tear?