Sometimes sleep can be like visiting a menagerie,
A mad array of mental toys,
Dancing and cajoling and fighting,
I close my eyes,
Logic takes the exit door,
And the toybox opens,
An entire universe of prisms and colours emerge,
Faces and pyramids and music,
Skeletons dancing against my backlit skull,
All things blended into storylines that make no sense,
It feels good,
Unconsciousness is my minds best therapy,
The crazier the dreams,
The better the rest.
WorldofHarley 
Yes! Love the menagerie image..
Beautiful line….”An entire universe of prisms and colours emerge,”
Well penned as ever, my friend.
Thank you kindly Suzette. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure.
A great poem! ❤ ❤
Thank you as always my friend! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
Love reading your poems! Always makes me feel light hearted ❤
Thank you so much! That’s a huge compliment. 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin