Classroom, The Dreamer's Playground
As your
prosaic lips utter worthless words,
My sleepy eyes
start to shutter…
Who knew a
classroom was so inviting
To realise
my dreams, eyes closed.
I peer at
that angel, third bench by the window
And wonder
how she’s still spry,
Attentive
to your monotonous monologue
As if she’s
immune to sleep’s seduction.
Oh joy, I
must be dreaming!
For head
adorned in a halo of sunlight,
She turns
around and smiles at me
Those sweet
lips, oh, what a wild dream!
And I curse
my eyelids for falling shut then,
At a moment
that should be cherished for eternity.
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