A nice prescription of sleep

A nice prescription of sleep

   I took when the day proved awry

And found myself when I blinked

   In a dreamscape of its own kind.

I could hardly believe it

   But I saw a meadow without end;

I stopped my crying to think

   Of where the tiller went.

I saw in hues that'd never been;

   The sky emoted rest.

That place - known only to me -

   Brought me there at behest

And of time? What did it mean

   To the birds above the field?

To the excitable bee

   Nourished by a fallen tear?

Suddenly - I startled -

   And sitting up in my bed -

Felt my wound's sharpness dulled

   Almost like it'd never happened.