Terrace

As you awake from an angry sleep Your head rises lighter from the pillow You'll pay attention to the morrow sweep The air runs through the tears of the willow Whispers that turn to yelling, make you tired Your mind always takes the toll Go above, to the level that keeps you inspired Take your lonesome stroll The Terrace will draw you out Whenever you are in doubt A plain where reflections run spry Bring your spirits mighty high While I rake the sand between the rocks The yellow ripples reach the shore That contains this desert in a wooden box Where the fruits are ripe to the core Smoke floods the valley below I'm sure they asked for the mist I must oversee that it won't overflow The ones under it won't be missed The Terrace will draw you out Let your resolve never drought A bridge among the brown and blue Leading you to places you never knew My upper road is paved in chalk Butterflies trace it with their tails Wings soar for an instant in the flock Like narrow ships with painted sails While others smile crawling on asphalt My path is checkered and marmoreal It's lifted, coloured in cobalt Lines in circles that are Hyperboreal