Falling asleep in your arms
Waving in the Lilly fields
Finding hidden beyonds
Waiting for the paint to dry
In a microscope
The colors move
To the rhythm
Of life
A painter can create
But without attention to detail
May be copying someone else
Use a little more paint
And make a mess in the process
That’s wear the breakdown happens
When the Lilly is surrounded by color
I dreamt of falling from the sky
And felt free
From the heart source
Will you join me in this dream?
Caeli's Words 