Dream of a Caged Bird

I want to erase this present tense of disgrace in my life and quietly sway like a night bloom, waiting for great Northern stars and the moon to satiate my spark less eyes and to embrace Me with their warmest winks. You see, I dream of morn seagulls, scattered like Autumn leaves and wish to share them a breath that still lives and my imaginative thoughts, sitting on cream Summer dawn with a bottle of pungent aroma for a companion. Let me, please, be me! Erase, erase in my life the present tense of disgrace; let my dream dreams, free from your enigma!