Goodnight

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

I don’t want to write tonight.
I don’t want to make sense
or put pretty words together.
I want to close my eyes and
drift away to another place.
I go elsewhere when I sleep.
Sometimes, it’s not nice there.
Other times, it’s magic, like
when old loves appear or
wild animals send messages. 
Tonight I only want to sleep,
maybe invite kind visitations, 
lazily travel the astral plane 
while my body resets, recharges.
Please no dreams  
of my childhood home or
lions stalking, hunting me.
How about a dream about 
a peaceful meadow, my soul dog,
two daughters happy and fulfilled? 
May I write it into existence.

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