Is there no breath in a glowing rose's dream
After the night has scattered
None so fair warms a heart it seems
Or equals a breath
That matters

When the night is over in a golden sense
Climbing up above the sea
Would you care or take offense
If a dreaming rose
Could no longer breathe

What follows until the last light shines
Within all your memories
Inside small spaces are you so inclined
To be the dreaming rose
That still breathes

Do you dream willingly, continuing to bloom
After the night has scattered
As you take each breath do you presume
That which warms your heart
To be what matters