Pink and Satin Dreams

That word or two were playing in my mind
They swirl and twirl
In luscious pink and satin
And change in every of my sleep
The words were not many
The words were all I have
And as their novelty lasts only a dream or two
My incandescent hope sings not the same song
And when I wake up between my sleeps
I find myself dreaming still
And the words will always murmur
Unconscious but sublime