My Bed Of Gold

Nothing can beat it

We all need it

A deep sleep

A sweet slumber

My bed of gold has seen it all

My tears

Lust

Dreams

Hope

Fears

Above the moon glows  

Suddenly I wake

I ache

I sleep

I wake

Repeat

 Toss

Turn

Restless 

It's a slow fiery burn

At the stroke of midnight

The darkness lurks and lures

It slithers in and snatches my deepest thoughts

  

The sky is calling

My bed of gold clings on to my name

Don't go

Don't run

Don't leave

Stay

Stay snug under your covers

They'll keep you nice and warm

When you sleep you don't worry

There's nothing to do but dream

Yet something is missing

My bed of gold

It whispers his name

and I am consoled

Rest your head on the pillows

Curl up in your cocoon

Close your eyes

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

The morning ahead remains a surprise

The dreams I dream are the ones I will keep

  

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

Its a good thing that beds cant talk!!! Nice verse!

[Kathryn Smith]

Hey hey Thomo! Good to see you. :) Thanks for the review! It is a good thing that beds cant talk! That would be interesting. haha!

[Valentine]

Sounds like me now sleeping alone after losing my husband. Thank God I still have dreams. Valentine

[Kathryn Smith]

Aw V.

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks for stopping in! Dreams are always interesting aren't they? :)

[Sebastian Falzarano]

You actually caught the essence of sleeping pretty well. I liked how the poem seems to describe our night's sleep in stages and at the same time, idolize the bed as a source of comfort and wellbeing. I felt right at home and almost seemed like I was in my own bed! That is great because a writer's words need to draw in a reader to make them feel like they are there. Very well done and defintely a favorite of mine!

[Kathryn Smith]

Aw. I'm blushing. Thank you for the great review! :)

[Sebastian Falzarano]

You are very welcome.

[Rajah de AzinPrinz Phyb..]

Sounds like it's hard getting to sleep without him next to you. Very romantic. Nice poem.

[dexterous sam]

dream contain a pure form of life ...it can give you pain ,pleasure,fear ,and every emotions ...so they deserve to be protect by us ....this poetry just embellish with perfectly pitched voice of your heart ....otherwise the concept of bed and dreams is little bit romantic....lol..:)))

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I like the way you used the description.
"The morning ahead remains a surprise
The dreams I dream are the ones I will keep"
I liked the above ending in the poetry. A bed of comfort is a bed of gold. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[....................]

this is such a beautiful observation of the importance of our beds...we always say if these walls could talk...imagine what beds could say :) ...a creative and wonderfully written piece, Kathryn

[B]

You captured the bed like the boss

The bed sees it all lol
all

[Kathryn Smith]

Wink.
#ForeverLaughing

[B]

lol :P