Having a distinctive contemplation at the end of the night,
I’m slumberless..
Slightly before the dawn arise
a bit of tenderness from a beautiful object
come up and tease around.. kick up a dust of my imagination
and then.. an eloquent tranquility grab my soul
bring me into the world of making believe
sculpted your face inside, ornamented the rest of night
bring me into a phantasmagoria, about you..
