My Bed Poem by Randy McClave

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