Sleeping

Did you think

One clover kiss

would raise me

make me 

run into your velvet arms?

I've been sleeping 

for one hundred years,

had one million dreams

a little presumptuous?

Since last I was laid

to rest, this rusty past

comes back in flakes

of dusk coloured days and 

fairytale fades 

to deep sleep blue-

was it you?

Back when?

Whose heart was true?

Why don't you

make me love you 

again