Right Dream

Glossed over a likeness

Of heavy, shaded empty spaces

Blushed pink straight through

An unfinished mood

As she waits to

Hopefully one day,

Dream the right dream

Between evening and morning and she

Prays for nice dreams

To over coat her eyes sleeping at least

Painted over the sidewalk

As the rain from portrait eyes falls

And they shine right through

The canvas to you

As she waits till

Quietly one day,

This is the right dream

Between surface and oil and now she

Has a nice dream

That softly paints her eyes

Slumbering sweet