dreaming again

I was the size of an insect, wandering through a field of grass
hiding from beetles and roaches I met alone the path
and when it started to rain, I found a bit of shade
underneath a mushroom cap
and there I laid my bed – on pollen, put my head
waiting for the stars to nap
I was the head of a dragon, twisting and writhing
serpentine writhing, in and out of hell
when the neck began to fall
I raised a pitied call
until the moment I woke to life again

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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