They’re the rose pedals, soft and sweet,
that swiftly land on my chest and knees


Staggered in time and with commanding peace
they float up and down with amazing ease


They caress the skin from neck to toe
as if softly sculpting in pure fresh fallen snow


“They are only sheets!” I could have said
not really knowing one white from another red


It’s only now that I can see
the true joy of falling asleep!