I'll wake up to hear your voice,
Lolalby and music to my ears,
music in cord with rhythm,
Stationed between my conscious subconsciousness.

Hail me with words, thoughts and lingerings but never,
Never forgetting the symbal thine laid in my ears,
Solo and sonnets pleases me the most,
Short and sweet rhymes and dines with my ears

Temper temper as the tantrum of parenthical pause tempers,
Stare and glares pumps and trumps the spark up,
Ignited with interruption and deprivation
No ovation, applaud but gloomy obscurity.

It's a thrill of jesture when you invaded,
Daze and hazy crazed insomnia,
The memoirs of my eyes aslant,
Juggle and boggle it danced.

Roll, turn, stretch, readdress, smirk,
Open to see but see not.
Whispers and shadowed voices abound
Understand no, not a single thing.

Nevertheless through a thousand voice,
There is tempo of solemnity singularity,
Octave, riff and runs catches through
Attention is paid in full.

Wake up babe,
Wake up, she shakes me like a puppet.
She speaks so loud and soft,
Breakfast on bed for my sweetheart.

@shollyshegs