I dream of subtle slumber.
Unawakened by the sun,
clocks tick away the numbers.
No noise outside nor light that blinds,
not a sound or timid peep,
and a raft of feathers on mellow river,
carries me off to sleep.
I dream of gentle butterflies,
and golden berry cream,
the frothy sea of lemon tea,
What a day to be in dreams.
The seagulls swoon the lonely moon,
a stanza to our meet,
like chocolate snowflakes on waiting tongue,
the sound is just as sweet.
the water flows with us in tow,
we coast along the bay,
our heads do rest in pillowed nest,
while our boat does gently sway.
a hum, a purr a silent whir,
such a calming restful tone,
the warmth of blankets and welcome hug,
its time that we went home.
Now we rest, our weary heads ,
your eyes begin to close,
these treasured moments we lingered here,
I think we'll remember those.
