In my dreams, I wander off
To gardens of a thousand senses
And I melt away into the air
Of subtle sounds and fragrances.
And then I am in the bending branches
And then I am in the gentle drizzle
I know myself as the misty shadows
And as the joy of the leaping gazelle.
The darkness wraps me in nestling warmth
The stars begin a lullaby
I rock myself in small white blooms
I sleep, I soar towards the sky.