Solid in my beauty sleep,
motion stirs outside this locked mind.
Don't awake me,
or swish away the cloud of my dream,
which bubbles over the eyes.
Join the slumber,
fall into my field of night,
where flowers open to their own care,
meet the resemblance that blooms.
Awake me,
only when you pick the right breath,
return it with a ring around a carnation,
it's breath ever so sweet to resemble,
breath into me,
fall into this field where night time blooms.
