Space Before Waking (2001)

Morning dust upon scattered sheets, A heat wave passing wind spilt paths. I search for a place warm and close, Where spirits hold lost memories. Butterfly tips upon misty dew, Spread like wild flowers over dusty planes. A smile enriched with beauty, Outwardly glowing like gold moons. With sweet breaths of lullabies, Tucked in with sparkles of night. I sleep like a child, Dreaming deeply, of every moment shared.