Cotton Tales of Teeth & Flowers: a fragile dream I cannot remember

I roam in a nightmare, which turns into bliss. A dazzling garden with darkest abyss. Above it I flutter, forgetting my name. Attracted to you like a moth to a flame.

But moon turns to sun and my dream fades to haze. I'm running to you but get lost in a maze. My wings gently crumble; Stars falling. I'm sinking. The threads slowly breaking...I'm watching. Unblinking.

The light hits my lids, and I open my eyes. My curtains reveal lucid morning's blue skies. You burn in my mind, tender ember by ember... Wish you weren't a dream that I'll never remember.