What I Wrote Down When I Woke Up

      Shockingly enough, I've written a poem.  I don't consider myself a poet, and although I tried, I never really liked poetry.  Not until I read my cousin Sam's poems (she's something of a literary genius) and realized poetry doesn't have to be nonsensical emo confusingness.  Anyway, yesterday I randomly woke up from a nap that I didn't mean to take, and got my Dr. Seuss on.  It is a little absurd, but it amuses me, so, for your enjoyment, my blog poem debut: 

The Place Where Dreamers Go

I curled up with a book and snack to get some reading in

When suddenly a drowsiness welled up from deep within.

I told myself “I must not nap, or I’ll not sleep tonite.”

But comfort is a smooth-tongued friend that whispers sweet delights.

So mind and body took up arms; half-heartedly they fought

And both slid toward a restless sleep, for half my mind still thought

“I must get up, I must not tarry, but do I have the will?  No.

I’m on my way in a wooden shoe to the place where dreamers go.”

The deepest sleeps are slept at the bottom of the deepest ocean

Too dark and still for dreams to go, even if they had the notion.

But dreams live in the shallows, just underneath the waves

In the coral reefs and gardens is where dreams come out to play.

Its not a fixed location, the place where dreamers go,

Our dreams can take us anywhere, though where we’ll never know.

I never wonder why in dreams days swiftly turn to night,

Or why the loved one long deceased is back and quite alright.

The canopy of octopi above my garden party

Is proof in dreams the laws of nature deem the norm ‘malarky’.

In the places where dreamers go I like to have a mission,

But with hordes of zombies in pursuit I need lots of ammunition.

Sometimes gravity behaves itself and I find that I am falling

(A situation in real life that I would find appalling).

But I don’t mind because in dreams so beautiful is the scenery;

Stormy seas, high waterfalls, oceans and lush greenery.

To my dismay I once fell long enough to land, and to be truthful

When I awoke I had sunk further in my mattress than was usual.

The place where dreamers go can be a lovely place to visit,

To run and fly and ride and fight, one wouldn’t want to miss it.

So much to do and yet one thing I’ll always want, I know:

To never stay forever in the place where dreamers go.