A life once dreamed up,
trickling from our finger tips.
Into lakes that collect secrets from streams.
Oh, oh, down here nothing is as it seems.

Shape shift little dreamer.
Into blossoming flowers,
into the gully where it all blooms.
Don't pay no mind, to the darkness that looms.
Decades in and a comfort through the lull of night.
Silence comes and we stare into whatever we might.

Reflective lakes, that collected all our secrets from the streams.
Running into the tall grass to escape the way we are.
Hoping to repair the life we used to dream.
Little hands reaching to the skies.

Mama will always tuck you in.
Mama will always tuck you in.

Who you've been, and who you'll be.
From the streams, then into me.
I'll whisper dreams into your ears at night.
The secrets they used to tell.
Now all dreamed up ideas, for you to sell.

Saree Nyxi
May 23rd 2017