The Cleanliness of Deep Sleep

And when the parade has past with the bands and proud riders on horses
Dreams are glimpsed like party favors  given in color to be opened later
Later when you have
Come past the point where you have let yourself down

I confess there are days
I would trade my mind for your mind
But what good would it do you to understand
The fear has no real reason and cares not
 how cruel I am to bring you into my shell
But I would do that as well

People go to watch sad movies
But they are not entertainment to me
The action twists time and money in a story  too expensive
That turns in on itself and often does not end well
And my thin skin can filter only so much

 it is not real you say 
but i gave my heart away
And when the parade has past
The crowds left
The time will still be gone and so will I be alone

Years pass 
If we let our patterns of sorrow grow deeper 
This life of circumstance
The spurning of  our younger selves
While jealous of the protection of our once   innocent ignorance 
Will
Suddenly over nite
Past the point of middle age
The spinning of panic
We willgrasp tight what we think is our currency 
While our spirit walks a little distance away
The leaning away from cancer
The leaning back perhaps it is an answer

Our bodies obey less and less
But only stiffen and grow weaker
But still we are in Gods house

And when the parade has passed 
he gives you dreams of color
When you have made peace with death and
All the ways 
You have let yourself down

There is a freedom and somewhat curious
 air that grows sweeter
The blue sky  whether it matters or not 
Has grown clearer
The colors of dreams given 
A respite from waking lights  filter
The cleanliness of deep sleep