A nice prescription of sleep

A nice prescription of sleep
   I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
   In a dreamscape of its own kind.

I could hardly believe it
   But I saw a meadow without end;
I stopped my crying to think
   Of where the tiller went.

I saw in hues that'd never been;
   The sky emoted rest.
That place - known only to me -
   Brought me there at behest

And of time? What did it mean
   To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
   Nourished by a fallen tear?

Suddenly - I startled -
   And sitting up in my bed -
Felt my wound's sharpness dulled
   Almost like it'd never happened.