My Bed

I like my bed because it sleeps me It sets my imagine and soul free. It is so very soft and snug Where you can always feel warm and smug, Like a lover's hug. My bed is always so very inviting And it's also very uniting. I can always share it with my lover On the sheets or under the cover, Contentment one will quickly discover. When I peacefully sleep all alone When I'm on my own. My bed becomes so soothing and large As though I am on the ocean on a barge, And I am in charge. I like my bed because I can peacefully sleep Fond memories I do keep. My bed becomes my dream machine It takes me to the places I have never seen, Even back to Aberdeen. My bed relaxes my body and my soul That of course is my beds main goal. It becomes my preverbal nest It's also where I go to when I am depressed, Where I can think and rest. Soon it might be known as my Honeymoon bed Where my lover will place her head. It will take us above the cities and the crowd Places where only we are allowed, My bed will become our fantasy cloud. Randy L. McClave