The Eternal Sleeper

Time grows old, though the sleeper doesn't wake
to the sounds that blue birds cheerfully make;
creatures that don't have to cope with the faults
never missing a step of true love's waltz;
Let time unfold the future that will bring
a spring of warmth, sweet love, and tender care;
the dew on the leaf fearfully clings
until it falls, reluctantly, to despair.

But to let it drop without hearing it,
seeing the ripples that form from one tear
never will the sleepy consciously admit
that they sleep to slowly disappear.
Awake in a world where light doesn't shine,
the dreary consciousness remains confined.