In the warmth, my soul shivers,
as I float above these blissful rivers,
with eyes like arrows in quivers
my gaze, unfazed, silent as weavers.

Dream child in my mind, apparently
wandering aimlessly, deep into a reality,
woven into a tapestry of a dream fantasy,
that I'll keep silent in my life's longevity

Children in my heart’s memories,
fill me up with nostalgic savories.
Thy presence of angelic embrace,
keeping hope in a heartfelt grace.