I lay down on the turquoise bed, and treasure the air inside my lungs.

It was the prettiest of lagoons.
A volcano's jaw sweet sister.
I drifted inside it.
A part of it.
My eyes are it's eyes.

Gazing I witnessed a second lagoon.
Same sharp rocks surround it.
A perfect blue still as the sounds around me.
But in my stead pillows were moving away.

A certain sight even imagination cannot conjure.
I would lay with her forever, so softly being held.

She is my sweet bird of happiness.