My Nap

Laying down, glancing up, Am I awake? Seeing ripples and wrinkles in faces, constructed by rose buds in vases. One smiling, One miserable. Although sincerity not realized, the latter provoked a dullness within. So my eye remained content on the smile for a while I too have rippless and wrinkles, and needed a friendly friend. For you see my heart was sad, and it was on the mend. No matter the two faces met and then mine. Who was paratial by that time The two stayed as they were. Mine changed to sad, then to me it occured. The smile of two did not change the misery of one. Oh will I ever smile again?