A Fragile Night

I'm climbing on my dreams Though with no ties to bed; Like a child's playground scene That rests on curtain's nest— Shadows of restless trees. I'm climbing on my dreams Blankets camp out on floor; As the glass window cries From my touch following Limbs twirling in dark eyes. I'm climbing on my dreams A stance where bark whimpers For my pillow out, cold— There my bosom heaving With tenses of my own. I'm climbing on my dreams Moon plays the forest's place, As lids dip in silver— Dreams come with haziness; Tongue in leaves remembers.