TheyÕre 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
ÒThey are only sheets!Ó I could have
said
not really knowing one white from another red
ItÕs only now that I can see
the true joy of falling asleep!