By Matt Schnirel

Dream me a night
A vision so bright
Where peace finds its manner
Everyone’s at home
With no track of the phone
And a warmness circling in laughter
No one breaks in
No news of sin
As the weather calmly holds its composure
Nothing to spark
No targets to mark
Like a tranquilized visit through Eden…
Appetites around
The plush soothing sound
Of fulfillment in every corner
No games will be played
No excuses made
Just anticipation
To a climacteric era
Then only beauty in the air
And an understanding of care
That for a moment
There was pure, just, fulfilling, peace
In the happiness of a dream