Poems steal away my sleep. br And at midday I fall asleep br under the beautiful leaves br of a benevolent tree. br br I dream of birds br with golden feathers br flying down into my soul. br br They enter into the innermost recesses br and find my secret store br of melancholic songs. br br And the small birds br found me with my songs br In my inner core br and asked me to sing. br br And I woke and smiled again.br br Dr.