My head
lays down over
the strong dynasty
your chest is.
I listen your heart,
arrhythmic,
reciting far away verses about
some kings without castles
nor titles.
Recklessly,
I fall asleep
inside the shelter
of your peaceful kingdom.
Your firmament applies me
a force, equal and opposite,
to the weight of my head,
full of semi precious stones
and keeps me
from falling.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
My head
lays down over
the strong dynasty
your chest is.
I listen your heart,
arrhythmic,
reciting far away verses about
some kings without castles
nor titles.
Recklessly,
I fall asleep
inside the shelter
of your peaceful kingdom.
Your firmament applies me
a force, equal and opposite,
to the weight of my head,
full of semi precious stones
and keeps me
from falling.
