In amongst the butterflies,

 

In amongst the butterflies,

on the weary side of a tired mind,

ambling the stone staircase,

lined with feather-full,

fluffy pillows, like white cloudy skies

behind drowsy blue eyes.

To rest the ache inside, I climb.

 

In amongst the swirling thermals,

I sway my way,

step by slow step,

no need to rush,

just taking in each lungful

of citrus fresh breath, and letting it go again

as onwards I push.

I hear the sounds of

my bed singing to me,

in the wispy words

of mystic melody.

 

Where the songbirds

tweet a soft refrain,

welcoming the night-time

to whisk the day away.

They sing a gentle lullaby

to put my pain to sleep.

As I languidly start to count

imaginary sheep.

 

I slowly dawdle

to the peaceful place,

my own little private pocket of space,

just outside the Milky Way,

across the galactic waterways,

where cosmic waterlilies

give the amphibious aliens a place to play,

whilst I pull up my celestial duvet

to rest my eyes for the day.

 

 

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Kyle