The Sleepwalker

The Sleepwalker I have bathed in your rays went slowly under melted ways thorny tears, diluted eyes of thy beholder with no hold onto thy tying spy in our sleep less the night allows us into the spider’s webs neat entwined and a bit chaotic beat takes us back again above our melted ways sprouting back and into the bloomy sunny day later nightly shades will hides us under magic lanterns milky way planting in us pictures the seeds of then bath us in the rain till the day meets us in its way plucking us out of the stream of dreams made up ways.