She desires a slumber
Away from pain
And disappointment.
A rest at the crest of a hill,
With her back on the grass
And eyes to the sky.
She needs a nap
Away from crowds
Of the hateful and small minded.
Just a little shut eye
In a quiet room.
With nothing but
Happy colored dreams
Flying in her mind.
She'll sigh and sleep,
Lashes flicker on her cheek.
Leave her be,
Let her slumber
Let her sleep.
kjsmith
Painting: Sleeping Beauty
By Henry Meynell Rheam
