A Nice Prescription of Sleep

A nice prescription of sleep I took when the day proved awry And found myself when I blinked In a dreamscape of its own kind. I could hardly believe it But I saw a meadow without end; I stopped my crying to think Of where the tiller went. I saw in hues that'd never been; The sky emoted rest. That place - known only to me - Brought me there at behest And of time? What did it mean To the birds above the field? To the excitable bee Nourished by a fallen tear? Suddenly - I startled - And sitting up in my bed - Felt my wound's sharpness dulled Almost like it'd never happened.