Recollect Sheep

Every night when I’m in bed,
a pillow fight inside my head.
And I’d awake, but haven’t slept.
Fighting demons off instead.

Every night, if in my dreams,
I make sense of how it all seems.
And I awake to find myself
forgetting the evening’s theme.

The queen of silence, hearing everything she sings.
Jaywalks my mind.
Hopscotch back in, just can’t leave it behind.
Jaywalking minds.
No matter the street.
A queen.
By my side I sleep.

Every night, that’s if I sleep,
all makes sense and I take the leap.
And I awake to find myself
recollecting counting sheep.

Every night when movement hides,
I go to places that I’ve implied.
And I awake to wind blown songs.
Winter memories, by my side.

Jaywalking minds.
No matter the street.
Awake or a dream.
The queen of silence sings.