Flowers Touch Upon A Dream
Flowers Touch Upon A Dream
Little flowers ready to bloom,
Among others in the rainbow meadow;
Devoid of any fear or gloom,
Cheerfully I look through my window.
Soon realize the butterfly shades of a rainbow,
Calling out my name;
Over and over again in a row,
Recalling the various shadows I overcame.
Gushing out on the surface of this pillow,
Brought back the little flowers like a shiny beam;
Arresting yet releasing was this fabricated sorrow,
Rousing the gradual wake from a forgone dream.