The Couch

In a dream

dew gleams

streams

mumble

and I vanish

a maiden

who stumbles

to a land of green

mountains that seem

like sentries. I meet

eternity there.

Finally.

Floating from village

to village on gentle air.

I see cathedrals rising

castles hiding

in the mist. Flying

through the fever

dream, my desire

revealed- indecent,

automatic deceiver

Stay hidden under envy

what is intensely

frozen in frenzy

hurriedly locked away

yet grew so mindlessly

crept from subconscious

I wallowed as I lay

tossed and turned

what my mind churned

thinking I won’t earn.

Vibrations in the air

made the mist flee

and the sun shimmer

from that flare

a yellowed yolk

by the sun broke

and did provoke

another heady sprout.

But I grew meek,

returned home.

Home to the couch

melted into its comfort,

a kind of limiting art

of which I was a part.

Slept without mercy

the roe deer beckoned

I nodded curtly

trees fell silent

the mist almost violent

and I became reliant

on that abyss

that sweet oblivion

to sate my safety

slumber forever in bliss.