JOHNNY IS SLEEPING

Johnny is sleeping another day away
He won’t come out to play
Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray
beyond the hallowed Milky Way.
Johnny is sleeping so deeply and so sound
No one can stir him round
There’s no letter in the box
He cannot hear the clock
A butterfly flew gently by
His mother starts to bitterly cry
She does not dry her pretty eyes
It becomes a flowing waterfall
which cascades through the kitchen wall.
Day after day it will not change
The atmosphere has estranged
So no one is truly alarmed
So I held him in my loving arms
So delicately on my two limbs
Making sure not to wake him
Johnny slumbers on like a myst’ry child
With perfected peace he’s been reconciled
Floating between pictorial fantasies
he has lost touch with common realities.
Coming forth with a new philosophy
which blends out any catastrophe.
Freeing himself from Earth’s gravity
Finding an eventual neutrality
Drifting toward glowing nebulae
Searching for a conclusive yesterday
Within he sees his origin
so consummate and genuine.
So consequently his holy ending
brought him beauty without pretending
a priceless sense of worthiness
virtually full of readiness.
In the glowing aftermath
he flew above a footpath
which guided his ascension
through the next dimension.
Nevertheless and overall
his emotions have been enthralled.
Captivated from each passion
which helps him to refashion
the happenings and circumstance
so all cherubim will entrance
his staircase with gorgeous bouquets
to picturesquely divinely display
his heartfelt words of thankfulness.
His senses suggest is it miraculous.
Leaving the mortal simplicity
to beatific spiritual complexity
has fascinated his introspection
to provide him new directions.
Although his natural perplexity
has offered him a legacy
he has chosen a new stance
which endowed a special providence
and helped him to a credulous
resumption of the beauteous.
Johnny is sleeping another day away
He won’t come out to play
Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray
beyond the hallowed Milky Way.
So resolved and wondrous
Full of joy and fond bliss
Released from the bonds of relativity
Emancipated from banal activity
Liberated from the earthly mode
Creating an glistening new-fallen snow
Johnny has taken his brush in hand
to paint his personal Rembrandt
Engaged in the perfect kiss
Risen from the deepest abyss
Heralded for his utmost courage
which brought him to a bridge.
His will was to certainly cross
to adorn the stars with gloss.
Smiling throughout his transformation
Accepting his conformation
to absolution and to understand
what inspired him to disband
his fortunate childhood joviality
to encompass eternal immortality.
Johnny is sleeping another day away
He won’t come out to play
Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray
beyond the hallowed Milky Way.