The Ladybird's Songs

Don't wake me up from sleep 
To disturb the magic chime I hear 

Crimson dash of red wine 
Thirstily defined from a distance  

Senses eyes wide open on observation 
I conspire to the school of thought 

Of the alluring imploding beauty 
The red rose flower, bright on a sunny day 

Immersed in the rapture of emotions 
Sending observers sitting up straight 

To hear what sounds of music jazz 
Serenading melodies are sung with groove 

From the red lips of a sound-ful
Soulful angel singing harmony  

Pouts a bit, smiles a lot, eyes do too 
Graced with a wonderful spirit 

Don't wake me up from sleep 
I hear the ladybird's songs 

She is with that red colour bright 
I hear the ladybird's songs 

Don't wake me up from sleep 
To disturb the magic chime I hear 


In support of the: New Morning Arts Cafe' Theatre & Creative Centre