WHEN SHE SLEEPS

The universe stops,
when she sleeps,
and life sighs,
is that she is so cute when she sleeps,
and the moon grows wings,
to get to your pillow,
to mix with your dreams,
and allow yourself to dream too.
When she sleeps,
the goblins play with their hair,
the fairies paint their cheeks,
with little pink stars,
and the guardian angels,
They line up to take care of her.
When she sleeps,
the room is filled with lullabies,
of lights dancing,
of swirls of tenderness,
and I can not stop looking at her,
and feel free,
in immense freedom,
of his smile when he sleeps.
She stops my time,
reveals my senses,
reconcile my success and my mistakes,
and take me with her,
to wander through the heavens,
in his golden unicorn,
who always looks for her,
when she sleeps.
Sometimes he says weird words,
of those that only elves understand,
is that when she sleeps,
the borders do not exist,
the horizon seeks to approach him,
to be able to kiss her.
It's like the dew,
that mixes between the flowers,
when the sun is stretched,
to draw the dawn.
And I looking at her,
like who sees an angel,
that will never grow,
that will always be happy,
and even if it is not so,
why reality hits,
the universe will always stop,
when she sleeps.