to slumber on a bed of moss
hands buried in the soil
fingers gnarled from caressing earth
clavicles warmed by squirrels

to awake with tiny mushrooms
sprouting all around
cheeks dotted with fairy kisses
skin damp from dewy ground

I want the sun to rouse me
moon lull me into sleep
hair twined with drowsy sparrows
limbs wild as creeping trees

grant me eyes alive with lightning
wrinkles deep from joyous days
and a tongue alight with stories
that forever burn and never decay