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. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-found-me/
