Heartsease

Lived and believed on a full moon; dreaming sands are blown from sleep's dune.

To bed, for good measure; dream's ease—I took a belly full of cheese

To slumber. I hurried my mind. I closed my eyes and opened blind,

Into a world decorated, with no locks, but plenty of keys.

Tonight, a future's detective; I shall be: swamps and battle bees,

And to solve the crime, miles high. I kiss the sea and find heartsease.

Thus I distinctly remember, that fading emotion's ember,

From a yacht that sailed on the baron cliffs towards the rocky seas,

It dropped me at the tall Tower, by marshes I was to scour

On a hovercraft. The wind blew, I felt that warm-licking air breeze,

On my face, through my hair, and I heard the rasping air through the trees.

I searched to find the bank-robber, given away by allergies.

The marsh water was fairly cold, but to catch—I had to be bold—

So I jumped into the water to capture my foe, who does sneeze

At the pollinating reed grass, and arrest for crimes and trespass.

I hall their ass back to the precinct—that tall Tower—with great ease.

Pride in catching my prize made me ride the trust of my expertise.

It’s short lived, as I am handed my next assignment’s set of keys.

To the shaky, cliffside, clown shack; at the door I ring then I whack.

The door is black and the bell squirts—the knock, ignored, I use the keys.

I'm inside, but the clowns still hide. Inside is a maze, with no guide.

Lost, I turn down halls, I try…locked doors, but in that moment, I freeze.

The hall is flooding and I struggle with a door's lock, until it frees.

But despair and dread fill my core, as inside there are my nemeses.

Into my hair and sting my crown, I was tricked by those dreaded clowns.

Swarms tried to burrow deep into, my scalp that felt the sting of bees,

Bite me and tangle in my hair. The solution, if I could dare,

To the other side of the door. The flooding, higher that my knees.

I swat away those stinging bees, I punch the air to hit those bees,

The door, I pull hard to open—I; nearly: but drowned are those bees.

The bridge, here to there, is unclear. In the high Tower I don't fear,

I shower away the stings' pain, distant memories are those bees.

Clowns locked up, and confessions heard. Up high, the tower caught their words.

But tried and tired from the crimes, that hoped along as if were flees

Itching the wary, old dog’s back—I swam away, and chose the seas,

The yacht returned and delivered, to me: my love and my heartsease.

Vivid was the image unseen, adventures that had never been.

The moon was still as full as my belly had been with the cheese,

But as my memory of it faded, emotions were never shaded.

I was fierce, solved crimes, hunted clowns; I felt it all, and battled bees,

On that yacht, there was my true love. I may have swam and kissed the seas,

But awake was the greatest squeeze, there in bed, my true love: Heartsease.