King Sleepy - Laika

Wind blown

A lazy sway

Creeping like fire

From a slow spark

Birds without wings

Out of the dust of dreams

Head out to sea

Seeking the stars

Nothing can wake

Nothing will break

His host

Of teasing fancies

With aches and fears

Sighs and tears

We roll like water

Caught in a stream

A pilot on the wing

A weary thing

Feeding my soul

And reading my mind

We can be hurt

A piece at a time

As the curtains of night

Draw back with the light