Finding myself being born in Monica’s sweater
Lullabied in the rhythm of her hand
I’ve floated so long on a northern ocean
And her smile has brought me to this land

Finding myself a garden in Monica’s sweater
Wandering along the ancient stream
Brough to soft assurance in the whispers of her hair
Giving me a reason to live in a dream

Finding myself confounded in Monica’s sweater
It’s like that far ahead veil you know so well
I’ve accepted the invitation to sleep forever
I never want to be apart from her spell

Love poem by Cloud Man, thanks!