I found
The large cloak of purple velvet
Nothing in existance was softer
This was mine
What I had always wanted
And I wore to sleep
Since it was the perfect thing
Yet it was not so warm
As another thing
I was chasing in my sleep
Falling then upon the floor
Falling because the world
Which has always been
And then I tossed it
Into a gale of wind
And saw it burn
Like a Phoenix.
The large cloak of purple velvet
Nothing in existance was softer
This was mine
What I had always wanted
And I wore to sleep
Since it was the perfect thing
Yet it was not so warm
As another thing
I was chasing in my sleep
Falling then upon the floor
Falling because the world
Which has always been
And then I tossed it
Into a gale of wind
And saw it burn
Like a Phoenix.