Toss and Turn

The moon was pretty,
Wish I could see it in dreams,
On a silver four-poster,
A peacock preens.

The cashier was amused,
At the stack of eye creams,
Circles that are dark and halloween,
Singing no-return schemes.

The aroma was heavenly,
A candle expert in the making,
The drip of the drop in the kitchen,
A salsa of waking.

The walls were routine,
Unless you stared too long,
The whirr of the coffee machine,
Now that’s never wrong.

The mind was busy,
And the heart ever faithful,
Once upon a night,
Sleep was too beautiful.