Sleep

[Wjames]

Everyone’s an artist,
snug inside their sheets.
Awakened by our sleeping minds,
subconscious finds its feet.

Dancing like a plastic bag
caught in a gust of wind,
expanding like a child’s balloon
unfolding from within.

Fragmented dreams
when you were young,
still linger to this day.

Inside the mind
grand paintings hung,
forgotten smiles you’ve saved.