Blue Dream, drift me down where moonlight pools
in the hush between heartbeats;
your breath is a tide of silver,
lacing the dark with salt and stars.
I bloom translucent, a water-lily of sighs,
each petal a slow piano note
echoing off the walls of sleep.
Hold me, liquid night—
let the world’s edges dissolve
until only the soft blue pulse remains,
a lantern swaying beneath the ribs,
singing: stay, stay, stay.