sleep deep undisturbed

in a room with curtains billowing

spring breezes smelling of new mown hay

birds in the distance punctuating the silence

dreams of people and times passed

my mother comes to check I've not kicked off

the covers of my grandmother's hand stitched quilt

my father bends to give my forehead a quick kiss

then lovers come in dreams

and we roll and pant so slick with sweat so sweet

one after another without a hint of guilt or tension

not a word just touch on fire cooled then lit again

sleep deep refreshing restoring my soul

in a room that passes from day to dawn without me

free from hurt harm evil pain distress aguish torment sorrow

cocooned warm tucked in fabricated wishes made memories