Poem : Deep Blue Sheets

Perchance to dream as 
Shakespeare said...
Once alive now he is dead

Has he seen things that I have seen
Between my deep blue sheets 
While flying over fields of green?

Deep blue sheets, crisp and cool...
I may be on Mars or back in school,
The Shadow of memory is still life.

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