When the defences are down,

in the night,

 the heart pumps pulsing right.

A cloud in the sky

won't terrify.

In a travelling dress

birds do bless.


All seems whole, even though

suspected from below.


Nothing to fear,

the air is clear.

A clueless one

finds out his sun.

In a deep slumber

the pulse has it's rumble.


While, the birds don't cope without feeding,

the speech can be reached by reading.