Sweet Dreams

Image Source:“Dreams, a poem (reality is the curse)” by Shakespearesmonkey is licensed under CC PDM 1.0  

Summer naps are when you can rest in the earth’s womb
Dusk quickly approaches 
Sweat lightly dampens your hair 
Your room is dark and warm
You hear the slow, melodic hum of air conditioners and crickets’ mating calls
“So many sad things in the world baby,” says my mother 
I know, so let me stay here a little longer 
The moon allows her light to dance along the walls 
Her white glow entrances onlookers
In a breathy voice like the sky’s siren
She beckons, “Return to your first home.” 
I might just stay here forever