That desire
That want
That longing
That craving

To sleep on your lap
To experience that tranquility.

It comes across
When I close my eyes to think,
When I sleep with my eyes open,
When I do something,
When I do nothing.

I wish the world to stop and
Lay down in the never-ending meadows of your lap,
Besides the sprinkling waterfall of your hair,
Enjoying the wintery sunshine of your hand,
Feeling the emotions flow from the streams of your eyes,
Sensing that feel of purity in your lips.