HEIRLOOM

I have a recurrent dream,
every time I loose my voice.
I swallow little glowing lights;
My mother and son baked for me
During the night, They do (a little) trapeze walk
until they're in the sky. Right above my bed.
While I'm sleep. My mother and son pour into me
warm glowing oil into my wide open throat.

I have a recurrent dream, every time I feel a hoarseness.
I swallow warm glowing lights; my mother and son baked for me.
...Our mother and sons bake for us, during the night...
The make me feel better, they me feel so much better.
I have a recurrent dream...