Blue heaven like cotton cozy
bountiful of blooming poppy
soaked in azurine shade,
sensual floral wreaths crawl in.


Sky colored little leaves
kiss the spaces in between,
snowy laces like balloon strings
swing free in a suave stream.


Few flaws have added to the grace
we know with time novelty fades
in reverse proportion comfort swells
peacefully I sleep on the florid bed.