Sleep

[Word Weaver]

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

Dancing like a plastic bag im not to keen on the plastic bag, I'm thinking more on something that connects with the child's balloon, a paper thing that flies in the wind..I'm sorry that's just me..the word spoils the whimsy for me
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, my favorite! The essence of the poem!
forgotten smiles you’ve saved.a fitting end! Positive. It left a smile on my face

I truly enjoyed this poem! It brings out the child from within, the magic of childhood recreated, revisited, " fragments" reinvented by the "artist" dreamer ! Thus, dreams heal us...( It could be nightmares and bad dreams, too! ) I opted for the brighter view. very Whimsical and vivid! Thanks for a lovely read!!!