In the shimmer of a dream’s mome’
or the parsec of life’s beat.
Where flowers eternally bloom
in the soil, warm under feet.

Through the toils of lasting light
or the smiles once bright
Where the burdens come to be
ever less, once lightly.

As the dream takes to flight
when the heart beats light
or the slumber says softly
in whispers, meaningfully.

Take the hand of comfort close
into the bosom of thy soul
Lest it be of not what chose
in ring of bell, toll to be

Grace mine eyes of beauty’s view
before the dawn, and moon of new
Softly take me within your hold
tell again, those words...once told

I intentionally didn’t make the meter right...
This just fell from my moment...