• The portal within thy own form doth protest those bonds;
    and beholden thous graceful arch unto this Stygian realm.
    Within thou compass sunken low the waters of your basin
    kindred to thou and thou hast borne all too cruel a Keep;
    Wist thy gaol would become Adam and reflect his suffering.
    shalt this lone form be left aferd and clotting unto thy death?
    Where roam'th the halls, ne'er seeing light nor freedom,
    enclosed like a beast or quarry, a slack king hunts?
    The burnt stone echoes so much a pain in mockery
    an exit ne'er crafted and fires never squelched.
    In thy agony unending, sitting and reflecting.

    O' sing the darling carpet of the earth unto high heaven!
    the joyous dance upon thous down is to thine delight.
    spurn not the wind, which cleft thous form so softly,
    wist that that glorious maiden shapes thee so divine.
    Azure sky callest thy name as I spin.
    Such is so perfect of a world in so many a gaily plot
    in thy life the joyful art weft into it's fabric
    so share thou embrace ere dawns noble light.

    Lo', shan't last under falling snow, where seekth shelter
    where shelter might find rest. Now enslaved by it!
    In this place, no light shines save thy window to thy past.
    Amidst this seething emptiness, drys the chalice of thy breast.
    Here, no moon riseth nor stars shineth nor sun warmeth
    and ne'er heart stireth, for these walls art poison.

    Yet, in this timeless hourglass, no sand doth run
    unto infinity for thy fantasy entwined within thyself.
    doth mine fragile essence breathe again with sight of thee
    thous silhouette eclipses thy past and usurps mine future.
    Thous tenderest of forms is mine dream ere slumber
    as mine gaze creepth from mine open window soul.

    Thy moonlit eve glitters as a Lady clothed in silver
    running fluid, the intangible specter of thee.
    Shalt thy purge thyself oft and complete of thy illusion,
    to bathe in thou sunlight, inside thy dream scape.
    Yet when thine eyes open wide and shake thy core
    at all the world around me, where thy art locked away.

    Oft and days bygone wist the mists beyond the waterfall
    where all that is naught becomes whole and safe.
    On the wings of the Cherub, thy steeled form melts
    in a silver sea which shall cover mine form
    When the heavens tear is shed.

    Where doth thy dream's compass lead unto
    if not thou arms and heart, which fills lakes.
    Thy see th' glistening tear o' the moon
    wist mine dreams, wist mine spirit which lifted
    as was the single drop of love which streakth the sky.
    Th' budding crescendo creepth slowly unto finale
    so grand, ere ecstasy of that magickal night
    when the heavens widened eye wept unto earth.

    Until thy dreams commandth mine waking world
    none of prayer shall parley mine unending sorrow.
    Thy realm of dust and dirt becomes my waking world
    Perchance mine dreams come true in the 'morrow.