Winter nights
Silent blooming dreams
Summer time
Scattered Autumn leaves

You provoke me to invoke me
But I don’t listen any more

You slay my dreams
with your pertinent fears
and all those weary tears
In the absence of me
You become the King and Queen
What if I plead? Would you ever
set aside your pride? You, a warrior
in the land of dreams. You – nonexistent
when your body screams out loud . . .

there is always something else and I

I am too blind to see and still want to play
in the land of unborn dreams . . .