When I am asleep and dreaming of the seven kings

When I am asleep and dreaming of the seven kings
-with the violets in my hair and the tulips in my heart-
a kiss on top of the lips of those flower blades
offers you entrance into the velvet migration
of my dreams and for that golden instant
when all turns to the honeyed hush
that enfolds us in this blanket of serenity

I reach for your sleeping hand

smile

and know all that is right
within our tiny universe.