I looked myself in a dream
My skull floating in the sky
With embers within it’s enclose
Floating across highways of planets
Surrounded by jittery spheres
Haven then forgot its solitary existence.
My songs are for you
A torrent of anguish
Flickering slowly in byways
Across cold ethereal dark space
Where the kings turned to stones
Eyeing the sacred remnants.
I have loved your face
Your eyes did reflect
Forgotten loves of past waters
A story in romance in clouded times
Washed with incessant rain or tears
Left in lurch for immeasurable rhymes.