Dreams Should be Made of This

Night Time Wishes

Pillows made of
raspberry sleep,
the way that sounds
familiar
rolling off the
tongue
like a cherry.

From here beyond
the above, blue
stars yawn
happy and
contented by
a day of white
laughter.

From her the words
over look
the veranda
on a hammock
swinging like
the wind
pondering
rainbows and
leprechauns.

From here the questions
never need answers
like jello
they just jiggle
joyous.

From here tomorrow
sounds like a vacation
at Disneyland
where you get to be
Mickey Mouse
floating down a river
of milk chocolate.

Pillows made of cinnamon
hope and full of
yes.

I could spend everyday
here among the
stars of liquid
honey.

Couldn't you?

Kevin Harling.