The Park

Sunshine seeps through the leaves,
illuminating the dust surrounding me.
Patterns form before my eye,
they blend, they blend,
and form the sky.
 

Colours blaze up above,
as fiery dragons wage bitter war,
i see a dove.
A softer shade of grey amidst,
the raging flames, the purple mist.
 

to sleep, to sleep,
this swaying crowd of thoughts
drain my mind, tiring me.
sleep beneath the whispering trees
hope for better dreams than these.