Aureate Poem by Shelby Barker

There is a sweet song hummed
by sweet blue icicle breath to vibrate fuzzy
melancholic bones, a song warm with a tick
tock softness, a song
delicate as feathers
which lulls me to sleep;
there is a
tranquil noise that tethers
one to bed all day, not to sleep
yet feel a dreamy
type of pleasure,
plucking petals of a long days' thoughts,
dripping calm pink and indigo
and romantic and sad things,
which fills my heart to the very top;
there is an innocent darkness above me
that comforts me and my density just like
the rain as it falls