Slip down my throat like milk and honey,
Soothing my words before they
Pounce off my tongue,
And dive into the atmosphere,
On a cloud from my lungs.
Stir in me like a golden hurricane,
Dancing with my heart before it
Misses the beat,
And twirls to the music,
Not written on the sheet.
Settle down deep like snow after a blizzard,
Collecting wild thoughts before they
Dissolve into a dream,
That the nightlight may watch over,
But dawn will never glean.