Sleeping in a Drawer

by Daniel Arenson

This poem was first published in issue 14 of Flesh & Blood in 2004.



Fireflies rise 

They flow they glide 

a million tiny bubbles 

of light and so much trouble 

Blue waters and lilies part 

pulsing with her heart 

her eyes, brown green 

staring but unseen 

Goldfish swim between her hair 

that’s touched with light 

just over there 

twinkling out of sight 

Her red lips open 

whispering under water 

perhaps are hoping 

that only someone saw her 

A heroine 

It is a sin 

to let her sleep 

in waters deep 

dreaming of fireflies 

and endless flowing skies 

so many unknown “why”s 

perhaps she dies 




Copyright ©  Daniel Arenson