Dreamy …

A thoughtful tale, a pleasant book,
the mind in daydream drifts …
book shut, eyes close, into, and
out of sleep,
consciousness slips:
distorted mixed-up stories swim
around that dreaming head
in places far-away from
restful, comfortable bed,

but with return to partial wakefulness,
a rested thought
may sometimes capture that
elusive thread that had been caught
somewhere in some sub-conscious place,
but rises now, is clear
(and must be written down before deep
soothing sleep draws near).

What then? who knows what silent times,
or dreams unknown then play …
the multi-layered scenes
of night-time’s ‘day’ –
some remnants may remain
when startled suddenly awake,
but most evaporate
as rested soul moves from the fake –
imagination’s pleasantly created
fairy realm,
or anxious, troubled, dithering scenes
that threatened to overwhelm –

to tend the daily mix of task and chore
til time arrives to rest again, once more …

[Poetry Monthly: June’s month’s theme is ‘…perchance to dream’.]