She sleeps eternally,
Like the buds in her garden.
They refuse to wake up to the morning light.
For in the spell of the night,
They can be unfaithful to you.
The real world suffocates them,
But there are things that heal.
And they put them back to sleep.
But when the other world opens its door,
The wonders that bloom forever,
Spread their petals in a joyous embrace.
And the worries that peeked in and pierced through,
Turn to crystal dust and make a nice pattern!
The dreamy blooms weave tales of love,
As they watch the questions dissolve.
And somewhere, someone skips a heartbeat.