In fields of lemon-lillied lies
I laid bewitched by sullen skies
I dreamt a dream of flowers
that knew how to never die...
...and sang myself a soft goodbye
myself a soft goodbye
The daring streaks of daylight
stun like bullets through the leaves
Awaking tiny eyelids
from the land the dreaming weaves
But upsy-daisies spring alive
and morning dewdrops do revive
the faerie laughter put on hold
the stories; started,
I sing a made-up faerie song
and snack on berries
all day long
I fly through bushes
big and small
And toadstools,
I'll have bounced them all
The wind will wisp
my yellow hair
The twigs will scratch
but I won't care
And then if ever people came
I'd switch my shape
and change my name
and seem a simple yellow bird
a beauty,
just a bit absurd
Then fly to safety,
switch to me
and still have time
to drink some tea
I sip and slurp
and bluntly burp
and listen
to the birds that chirp
I watch as clouds
grow white to pink
and feel my eyelids
And when that western sunset sighs
I lay me down
and close my eyes
And in the dusk of latent glows
I bleed into a yellow rose
So when you sleep
you'll dream of me,
inviting you to be with me
in worlds your world can't dream to be
until you
In fields of lemon-lillied lies
you slept bewitched by sullen skies
and dreamt a dream of flowers
that knew how to never die...
...then sang yourself a soft goodbye
goodbye to things that die
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