I fall asleep at night with flowers
dancing through my head.
Tonight the scene is bordered
with oceans of blue petals
tumbling around centers of gold,
wave after wave of them
washing up against the wild roses,
surrounding the stand of water iris,
lapping the feet of the holly and the fern.
Their song is a lullaby of tiny bells chiming
ever so softly: “Remember. Remember.”
I sleep well, smiling.