as my eyes gently closed
to go back to sleep, i heard the birds
outside whistling, after counting more
than a thousand sheep
i stretched myself to wake up
and saw that i was lying outside among
the flowers, with a smile on my face
as if the wind blew through the greenish grass
i dreamed that i was happy and full of grace
so i pulled once more, gently at the tip
of my sheet, with the singing of the birds
that spoke into my dreams