Dream Pills - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
As is my custom I will always try
the remedies I now and then suggest
to patients, (some of whom ask why)
the one or other potion might be best.
So, long into the rationale of one small pill
its name is pyridoxine, and it is a vitamin.
This molecule is very crafty and it often will
restore one's dreaming and improve one's skin.
So I proceeded to ingest just before bed
the wonder substance in a hefty dose.
And soon, in fairyland a little spirit led
a boy through meadows of pink poetry and prose.
The spirit left me at a bench made from old pear,
where seated was a lovely maiden from days gone.
A smile peeked through the curtain of silk hair
she said the words, I'm listening, please go on.
We talked for years which turned to decades in a flash,
just sitting holding hands and taking turns,
and once she leaned to place a little kiss on my mustache
and in the end we made bouquets from leafy ferns.
I woke and wandered off as in a daze,
the power in that vitamin was something to behold.
I often think about us sitting in that haze,
and listen to her heart, a heart of gold.
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