Slumbering…

I saw you again, we sat alone

How simple, how sweet you smell

Let’s take care of our hearts Sake of the imagining world we hope within

Covered by art, you are the lines only I can see yet how clear

But If I may be lost, leave me be with your heart

Let the sun caress the wrinkles of time off

As the wind blown sand brush my face

Your heart, I lay my head to rest on the bosom of my mother

Earth.

You require care

Like how you would for your white sheet

You won’t fret, you’ll see

Your response? How steady you feel when you balance on a beam,

The ease that is makeshift, at the edge of surrender.