Within Dreams He Flies

Like a grown up, he thinks, Like a child, he cries. In loneliness he sinks, Within dreams he flies. When I think of him, They come so fast, A life so dim, And colors that last… Confusion is a word Dangling on his chin, But he owns the sword That returns the grin. He’s got the weapon To make it happen. To fight for love And for the sake Of a lovely dove In the golden lake. What I fear, Is for time to pass, With nothing to cheer, And continuous harass. I really hope, He would remember, A mighty rope Would not surrender… He won’t ignore An open door If he skips the part, That he can save, Before his heart Becomes a slave If he goes on Without realizing, That having a son, Is hypnotizing… Would he deny, That in years, Things would die, Keep scars and tears. And he would rue What made him blue. In my mind, Never compared, He was behind What made me scared. When I admire The calm seas Comes back the desire The fantasies. I take a sigh, Endeavor to blame. My love, I can’t deny… … it remains the same The same and even more When I fall to the floor, Freeze despite the burning flame. Cease the discomfort and the shame…