Sleep

[bogpan]

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.

The topic of sleep is extremely important. I like done with love poem. The only thing that bothers me is the use of the term. Brilliant finale!