Sleep

[Brownlie]

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.

When I was sleeping I dreamt there was a garden.
but when I got hungry there was only one fruit to eat.
And suddenly I saw the civil war
And suddenly I saw assembly lines and factories
Then they built an Atom Bomb
and I thought,
I must be dreaming
but I was awake
I had to be,
At 8