THE BED

Dreaming screaming foresight at night
Nightmares who cares if it's cold
By me guide me to the Gold of God
Praying staying sleep in light that's odd

Willing resting cotton nesting
Smooth feather pillows what I choose
Nine-hundred dollar mattress bad back
Dogs keep snoring never boring

Come here to me sighing freely
Lay beside her keeping warm
Move the dogs on breathing sing-song
Shield my head from life's long storm

Picture of one who comes near
Two lamps shining dark not fear
Books to skim and to be read
Give me morning and the bed

After all night in the damp
Go on tease him you're the vamp
Love thee live there when I can
Read the poetry of this hand

Take me please do not awake me
Rainy night the mist flows in
Kiss me goodnight you I invite
Slumber rises smiling grin.

10/24/2006 0145 cj

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