Like
a rocking chair, softly and gently
Put
me into a lullabye
And
there I could die
Missing
the reality of the dream
I
wish to free on my mind
To
uphold the eventuality
Hands
weaving shelter
And
the wind blows out my name
The
sighs were love carried away
Crystals
flow, sublimation starts
Shedding
the layer of wrap affections
Nakedly,
staring on the mirror
While
sitting on my mind
my
dreams coming true in there
warm
moments of movements
but
the chair that carries me
is
going nowhere...