I snuggle up under a pile of clouds
like a soft fleece blanket
soothing my fevered brow
O to dream awhile..
peaceful heavens,  
elysian fields,
bucolic paradise
a gentle kiss on my cheek
and the blush of roses
spreads across my countenance

Beloved
I hear the distant conch
golden bugles
awakening bells...

my tears have turned to nectar