Drift to my intoxicated eyelids.
While, like a nocturnal torch,
My dreams fire
Freely into flight.
I am languid,
Full of secret desire,
Desire to awake.
My mind widens,
Expands, and, with spread wings,
My soul soars
Into a cloud
Of golden pleasure,
Incarnate incantations of flaming orange sunsets.
I savor the subtle longing
That pools in my concealed pupils,
The secret yearning to eternally sleep.
My dreams are momentarily scorched
By a rising thread of smoke,
Soon settling on my declaration of rest.
I will grant my mind the pleasure of wandering,
As I dream,
As I wait,
For the gentle rapture of youth
To fall upon
-- by Sarah Lockwood, inspired by Frederick Leighton's "Flaming June"