how strange the ways to fall into a dream
when the roudiest of sounds become a lullaby
and you feel weightless
you're floating
and everything's ringing
yet there is only silence
your eyelids are petals
while your eyes bloom
into the back of your mind
creating the most
unorthodox world
and it resides in your thoughts
through the ticking minutes
of the day and awaits you-
*you and your flower eyes
for your garden mind
to bloom once again...*