I sleep on a silk petal's dance
when breeze swings low,
On a cloud breathing flight
through tomorrow's door,
On a feather falling as a peaceful sigh
down a country road beyond the sky
I sleep in soft raindrop songs
and silent calms,
And fresh flower prairies
with budding crowns,
And babies' smiles
in dreams aglow,
And a sparkling ocean
of silver water and golden fish
I sleep by the unreachable cliff
watching tides jump and roar
With legs worn-out
from the long way up.
I sleep tonight while jazz plays on
And voices drop to fill a room
While some people weep,
and some have fun.
I sleep.
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I embrace this reverie and pray that it lulls me to a tranquil rest.
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