Lullaby Dream

sequence stains my memories,

steamy jewls

winking at me morning noon and night

and there's no where i can tread without....

trampling these tiny wonders

born from deep within a bleak dank chasm

littered over carpet, banisters and window panes

prestine and emaculate 

shallow reminders 

of the way your smile fills the cup for the morning breakfast,

your snores remain the lullby to my dream

your walk carries the most peculiar beat

this is the beautiful beginings

of my fondest dream