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