More than he was allowed to know

He knew there was something there
Beyond his cold set of perceptions
He didn't understand it, but still
As a parent it wasn't at all fair
He bought into a deception
And he didn't even care
He liked what he liked
Didn't worry over feelings
Or whatever else
That the world perceived
But then realized
That he had failed
Every moment he didn't embrace
Was thereafter lost to fate
He was willing to betray
His thoughts and sympathies
He dreamed in symphony
But refused to know
More than he was allowed
To ever know if or when
An imagination wasted
One never tasted
A life unsatisfying
A life lived ignorant
To all there could have been

Charnel House

Hidden there within the charnel house
Are remains of human lives left behind
What is not there could never be found
The memories of the heart and the mind
But the world renews with new lives
In time they'll pass too, souls unbound
As all of the memories are compiled
Eternity cannot be perceived
Until the twinkle in the eye

The Asylum Beckons

Welcome to the palace of my madness
The white walled asylum is here for all
No matter the flaws found in your mind
We'll medicate you, remove your malice
No side effects, so leave the fear behind

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the
freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood,
for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
                                                                   
                                                                      Kahlil Gibran

Vodka Breath

With the cheap vodka soaking your breath
And cigarette smoke choking smoke out
You called me and condemned me to death
When you asked if I could end my doubts
Because I've come to not trust in my flesh
And the lack of emotions caused a drought
So there's nothing that you can offer me
There's nothing that you haven't tried
You'll never be able write the story
Of a story of us, without the lies

Why did you ask?

Why did you ask if I loved you still
Did I wear a mask, did I lie
Have I not suffered, punished in Hell
I've been honest, I wore no disguise
So why should I live upon fiction
Do you have to create elaborate lies
Why did you ask if I still loved you
What is it you'd have me do
Burn the bridges I've built
A lifetime ahead of me
Have I acted differently
Than you'd have believed
If I hadn't suffered guilt
This place I am at
Is one where I am vulnerable
All and all, I have to say
My soul is irrecoverable
From all you've put me through
Whatever you do, I'll feel pain

Upon the Throne of Fire

He gives them a task
His armies prepare
His will is mighty
They are ready to act
His army is defiant
The demon stands
Over the populace
Calling for obedience
But fear is not enough
Nor are stats and facts
Loyalty cannot be forged
By acts of high treason
It is created by love
The trust in a leader
Trust born from reason
Any war engaged in
Will reveal these traits
Destiny creates a moment
When the army from Hell
Will be finally defeated
We have no other choice
But to defeat the foe
Demand that our voice
Will say no more
We must have hope
In the face of despair

This Final Day

If I seem to never care
If I'm unable to be contrite
If my straitjacket tears
If this thing is too tight
I'll will continue to try
For this world is a lie
The madness chokes me
It keeps me from breathing
So I resist
Stokes my anger's furnace
But I still choose to exist
There's nothing any one can do or say
Nothing that matters upon this day
We all shall fade from view
When will we see the proof
We will know our experience
And finally know what is true
Nothing but distraction and madness
So keep speaking our name
Let linger forever upon your lips
Let this suffering be turned good
Rather than insanity, or sorrow
Let my life end, let me choose

The Scattered Bodies

Lost are never forgotten in clash of cultures

And there is change, of the course of history 

With victory or defeat, cost is paid by people

However young, old, cowardly, or brave
All possess legacies that are interrupted 

Torn fathers, mothers, sisters or brothers

Facing grave sorrows,war is made of misery

The kiss of death brings an end to the season

At the battle of Grunwald

Fought between Teutonic Black Crosses

And Red banners and White Eagles

In the end both sides lay upon the grounds

For the future intermingled in graves

With no futures, no forward path or lives

Only death, who brought a harvest
And the cost of conquest

Ronin

A reflective view into the mirror
The mindful life goes on
To accept fate or not
Your path will be the same
Every samurai knows bushido
Regardless of his master
Regardless of the fame
The way of the warrior is clear
A path of honor
A way of battle
Knowing death is near

Gatherer of Souls

Deep in Annwyn and Tír na nÓg
The Lord of the fair realm works
He prepares the land to receive
The dying and valiant warriors
Lord Gwyn ap Nudd gathers souls
He refuses to let them pay the toll
He gathers quickly, and quickly
Before a body's corruption is begun
The river Styx leads to death
In the fair lands the warriors will be
Alive and ageless, golden in the sun
Annwyn offers only hope, a life renews
The appearance of Gwyn ap Nudd
Is perhaps a fearsome visiage
But his soul is beautiful and good

 

The Debt

When two enemies fought
A consequence could be seen
Where the future was clear
One side would meet an end
The world would change
A future thereafter wrought
Violence and war ongoing
All lives shattered
Hope was lost
No hope for peace
One people joined battle
And by blood paid the cost
To them
An enormous debt owed
Whether all sides realize
You cannot ignore the truth
Even if propaganda lies
The winged Hussars of Poland
Europe's sole savior
Vienna their sacred ground
Rather than Europe fading
Becoming satellites of the Turks
The defeat allowed a day
When coexistence could be found

Tainted

The madhouse is welcoming
And I know this
Because I am in there
I am hiding
From something so dark
A fear that paralyzes me
There's just one thing
I can't say what it is
My world is colored by it
Everyday goes by
I hear the sound
Voices so profound
I feel every noise
I live every painting
The walls are painted
In excrement and blood
Then comes a flood
All the thoughts
Al the fears
That leave me tainted
Unsafe for consumption
I am the blue pills
Causing your stomach
To need pumping
I am the lure of your seduction
You can't wait to escape
The asylum beckons
The madness house is welcoming
Not everyone who visits should stay
So farewell my love, come another day

Constantinople of the Golden Horn

For a time a great city of the world, Constantinople
Powerful stood upon the shores of the Golden Horn
It was once the center of the Eastern Roman Empire
At one point, it was more Roman than Rome
Like the Romans, Byzantines fought hard
Every battle was fought desperately
But modernity respects only power
And there upon the Golden Horn
A confluence of beauty and strength
The final frontier for Rome stood
Byzantines were creative in defense
In final days of  its existence,
The drums and invaders, waited
To bring Constantinople's final hour
Few troops remained and died to the last
The waters of the Golden Horn churned
Tides pull, but now were colored red
When the dead outnumbered the living
The waters stank with the unburied dead
Gradually the naval forces came home
Their ships destroyed and sinking
And the bloated corpses floated ashore

Searching

They said that you were praying
Kneeling in the back of the church
I've spent so long, hopes fading
You're the one, I promise
For whom I've searched
Now that I've found you
My dreams became real
In my heart you lit a torch
And the fire inside still burns
For you are my joy, a miracle
I will never feel otherwise
You are an angel
I know you were sent by God
Or God in disguise

Broken

You had called me your angel
But with wings being broken
Until I heal I am unable to fly
And there's a grave danger
For I am your chosen
And I cannot change
It makes God cry
For I am unable to heal
While you deserve to reach the sky

Sails

If you are the wind in my sails
And well able to lift me higher
I know that I'll ultimately fail
That's the truth, I'm not a liar
Unable to fly, can't reach the sky
Should I somehow find myself
Flying through the clouds
I'll crash down below
Hard upon fragile earth
I take anything better
And make it worse
It isn't hard to understand
My abilities are limited
Every effort ends in disaster
For my sins I've been consigned
To the lands of the utterly damned

Ruins of the Forum

Ancient people learned how to govern
First by the strong and military rulers
Then by the elected, wise, or charming
The Senate and forum greatness deserved
Rome was by now long past her summer
In winter, Rome had fallen to intruders
A future lost, the ancients shouted warning
Hold tight upon the institutions that serve
And never let the military steal it back
Nor fear their rule or freedoms be attacked

Our Distant Home

What if instead of in the garden
Or in a test tube
We are the seed
Of the flower of life
Found upon a distant planet
And we traveled to the nearest place
That we could be planted
Forever thereafter home
And the destiny of two planets embrace

In a Different World

Imagine the vast difference
Of how humans might progress
Some seek conquest, treasure
Others seek knowledge
Most seek pleasure
Considering all our paths
Most possibilities allow
Potential to demonstrate
That most live in shadows
With only scant hope
Know way to know
The chances offered
Little personal agency
To accomplish any goals
So ask, what might we do
To achieve a greater result
Reaching for the heavens
While exploring the world below
Are we alive and enslaved
Or do we rise above
Do we descend from birth
Or rise above the curse

Growing

Kept in a cage
My life of freedom is ended
So many now dead
My heart remains untamed
You didn't hear what I just said
We've pounded this world flat
But it used to be round
We've made this world cry
Silence the sweetest sound
I can't keep my voice quiet
My heart can't bear the pain
Of knowing
The deserts grow
With every tree torn down
The Arctic is warming
The ice is all melting
The storm is growing
More powerful with our rage
We must wipe out nature
We must pave flat the future
Wiping out forests or fields growing
To build new supermarkets
Or a new housing development
The earth is dying
And still
We are finding ways
To commodify her bones
The voices are lying
Spreading their hate
And Satan is seated
Upon his throne

Live for Justice, Free the Enslaved

In this world where pain and sorrow chain us
The endurance of the stain of human slavery
Calls for our modern civilization to save us
So resist false belief that we need only watch
Each loss incurred mocks humanity's promise
That we must accept the lot we are given
We can't afford to abandon the mission
All humans have worth, passions must lead
Give your heart to hope and forgiveness
It has long been time to create justice
It is time for us to live up to our beliefs
We need to do much more, it is time
We need for it to burn in our core
Burn inside for justice and freedom
For every human adult and child
From every race and ethnic origin

FIGHT THE SILENCE
of Human Trafficking

Wings Ready for Flight

Bodies broken, prayers yet unspoken
Crucifixes held so tight, hands bleed
If the generations are starved, stolen
If taken from mothers or forsaken
Nothing matters forever now
Not our actions nor history
Shattered hopes, nightmarish sleep
Our seed grain is lost and decayed
If the wise humans are silenced
If surrounded by fools
The honest are paralyzed
By fear mongers and regret
The ignorant are frozen
Transfixed by false beliefs
As a Raven, I watch and grieve
In epic sorrow, for all of species
But particularly humanity
Watching, waiting, warning
That a beautiful species will die
A loss of the clever, the able man
With rising black clouds billow
Rising, full, heavy and threatening
Clouds pregnant with mourning
And evidence of burnt legacies
Watching closely, patiently
I shall be loyal to the last
As winds carry the burnt ash
Corpses of the lost beings
Awash in waves of entropy
Nothing left for my kindred
We are meant to be companions
Alone now in a vacant planet
The home of the newly damned

On a bare branch
a crow is perched
- Autumn evening”
                  Bashō

One Kiss from Azrael

I could never have lasted as long
With all of my hope now gone
I felt the force of your mind
In such great communion
Your spirit pulsing within
Revealing a perfect union
I watched helplessly, wounded
As you aged, wearied, died
Watching the aftermath
I remained worried
You never contemplated suicide
There's nothing I can offer
But invitation to wrath
Your suffering so deep
I can't stop your pain
But that is not what you seek
How could you do it
Escaping Azrael's kiss
How can one live without fear
Rising from eternity's mists
Alive again, wet from rebirth
The world will live
Our spirit will rise
Forever revealed
Awash in majesty
And manifest worth

Habits

Delicacies exchanged for rotted food
Romantic love traded for pure lust
The flesh desires what it hungers
And if our desires become a flood
We will then lose everything
Lose all of our dreams and trust
For the lowest common number
There is nothing that stay fresh
Remain in any manner good
When made to be a fetish idol
If idolatry runs about unchecked
No fashion of any satisfaction
Nothing left but love of self
And the immediate gratification

Just Names?

Gacy, Dahmer, Starkweather
Alcala, Gein and Berkowitz
Names alive, infamous
Predators, slayers
Hunters of the weak
Of the vulnerable or innocent
In a distance of history
Time will erode the sins
Causing a stain
Upon our tapestry
Turn to grey, to fade
Some will reexamine
Erasing diligently
Lives gone astray
From circumstance
Or malicious lives
Lived relentlessly
They had no appreciation
No perception
Of right and wrong
Gave no pretense of morals
A violent flood
Leaving lost lives
Slain families
Hopes destroyed
And normal is life gone
Lives frozen in cold blood
As society watched in horror
Only thereafter made to see
Without an ability to feel
Without the ability to recover
Without any chance to heal
Crimson on a white veil
Torn, and faded

Propaganda

The enemy propaganda says you must fight for my side
For my side is righteous, and moral, making us victorious
Those people who aren't moved by this, are not neutral
By saying they choose not to choose, is a belief
There are many strident who in fact, act to deceive
With black and white choices in a world that is gray
Means that ideology is more important than truth
Or solving an equation by means other than proof
Is a fallacy and a fool's paradise, and it is not new
We choose for many reasons, not all the best
And when people die it is able to be seen
Most reasons do not pass the test

Just as well alone

In the throes of passions of love
They'll scream your name in joy
In the passion found in anger
They act in disgust as if
You're from the great unwashed
They'll call for you when they hunger
They'll call when they've become lost
They'll treat you otherwise as a stranger
They believe you should bear the cost
And that is good enough
For  you no longer hunger for their touch
It had come with an enormous expense
The time together burns you inside
You've lost your love
Any time with them is too much
But you remain because of lust
And that bears a cost of its own
Just as well
Be alone
Alone is best
Alone doesn't need qualifiers
Alone requires no test
Other than a count of numbers

The False Worship of Modernity

People in the present participate
In a modern day willful ignorance
Regarding the knowledge of our ancestors
Not to deny it, but still with an agenda
By considering ourselves far greater
But ancient methods of discovery
Laid the foundation for the present
The true archives of the past are lost
Lost beyond recovery, however great
Historians should suggest a new path
That we now choose a new angle
If we are without knowing
Should we then assume
Or should we see anew
We are descendants of the past
Our technology and riches ample
So why denigrate our inheritance
The reason comes in an age of arrogance
We choose to ignore actual reality
Great knowledge isn't found in hubris
Only in the false worship of modernity
And presumptions of our greatness

Ancient Heroes and Giants

Long ago during ancient days upon the earth
Our collective history was filled with dangers
There were wars by heroes, giants and beasts
Each fought with malice and fought with fear
These wars of destruction were to all a curse
And humans still bear the DNA of their past
While our memory is lost and remains missing
We will search and archive resources amassed
Our mysteries remain, as they are a seed planted
If mysteries, unexplained, we must still go on
For it is unknown how great the loss must be
If you cannot know, and there is no memory
But the loss remains and still exists

"When people began to multiply on the face of the ground,
and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that
they were fair; and they took wives for themselves of all
that they chose. Then the Lord said, "My spirit shall not
abide in mortals forever, for they are flesh; their days shall
be one hundred twenty years." The Nephilim were on the
earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons
of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore
children to them. These were the heroes that were of
old, warriors of renown."      Genesis 6:1–4, NRSV

Golden

Upon the morning's light, a sun awakens
The golden rays reaching across the sky
And redeems the unblessed and forsaken
We cannot ignore the warmth
Even in winter, gray is cold
And golden rays feel like light

Fears of an old lonely man

I spent all my dreams with those schemes
A sort of portent of all my future regrets
As I lingered knowing, echoes of shadows
Yet not ready to bid you adieu, I believe too
After the torment, our days but a moment
Watching as days crash, the end here at last
My knowledge of the reason is treason
The knowing of a sorrow will never relent
I surrender, and try to never remember
The choices leading me here, with a kiss
So near to the edge of the deepest abyss
I am finished, at the end of rope I twist
No escape, my love being a forlorn tryst
My dream turned grieving, given voice
My soul given over to be the enemy's toy
For the rest of my existence
And perhaps, an eternity

That moment, When I Died, Again

Again I've lost my way
In a life filled with regret
When I caught your scent
I knew you'd been here
Was filled with a sorrow
In my depths a piercing pain
You stole a piece of my heart
I bled black, and it poured forth
I'd missed the chance to be near
You are the one I long for
The only one I adore
I am a pitiful failure
So I opened up a vein
My heart covered in scars
I'll always want more
And I will never see that day
Whatever is the truth, I grieve
And I will still need

Street Lessons

Sleeping on the street
Knowing I can't go home
I'm a piece of meat
Or so they think
Taking money
For doing things
I can't bear to say
In a crowd, still alone
My fall from grace
Made complete
By self hate
So freaking tired
Not knowing the future
No plan to know
Where I'm going
Leaving solitude life
Quitting school
Kicked from the front door
Not obeying the rules
I'm such a fool
There is more than this
Boredom drives me crazy
But endless walking
Is exhausting
Could become more
With no childhood
In the place that they lived
They lived there
I just lingered
In that graceless
Merciless home

Ivan was terrible

In a moment of sheer terror, he struck his son
And yet he'd loved him, with a diseased mind
Moment ruled emotions, compelling an attack
Killing despite he loving him, despite his flaws
In those moments of the aftermath, overcome
He was mad, but now he committed prolicide
Named Ivan the Terrible, his label was apt
His power was great and he deserved to fall

"May I be damned! I've killed my son! I've killed my son!" Ivan the Terrible

MMXX In Retrospect

It was the most vile of years
When the madness took hold
Entering into the jester's lair
2020: a flaming, dumpster fire
Filled with dead civilizations
The fleeting hopes of fear
Losses, many without due care
Our dreams were burning
Upon a flaming pyre
Once we had a dream
Then it turned to false hopes
Then there were kind thoughts
And so many empty prayers
But in the end,
That year was a nightmare
We'd thrown a party
Celebrating our genius
But no one is dancing
No joy found in that party
But with nobody there
To know

Womb to Tomb

I watch in a world confused
So what were we to do?
Was it a false lead, or simple ruse?
Do we believe ourselves wise
We chose to delay adulthood
But in doing so we have sewed the seeds
Of doom and we are complicit
Hands red with blood, our sins are a flood
And what it is left when you kill your own
Devouring the young, casting out the old
The earth is our mother
We are born from her womb
What is left? if we've lost our hope
With so few dreams possible
We've created so little
And looked at the world
As something to consume
We lost our dreams
And earth has become our tomb
For now and here after

Confess?

How often should I confess
To a madness I must endure

The deepest insanity herein

Or should I feign ignorance 
Preferring to ignore the fall
Alive within my mind's maze
Amidst a world's decadence
The amorality burns within
I remain in the bitter thrall
Of my foolish fascinations
My fears and transgressions
A moral starvation and fall

Into the Dreamlike White

You hear a voice, it is beautiful, but doesn't feel human
As the mist hovers, snow fog rises, and the vision fades
Nothing you can do, you long so much to know the voice
The sound moves about but the despair in it is looming
As you move into the forest, a wilderness, unsurveyed
A voice keeps singing, a dreamlike soothing noise
Each path has consequence, this path is all consuming
A white pure world before you grows with each flake
When you finally see the singer, your heart rejoices
She is a being of infinite beauty, she calls to you now
But the time spent with her takes decades
And by the end, you slip behind the veil
This snow covered forest is where you'll sleep
The spell will finally break and you will be left
Forever after  to wonder what happened
For with her magics she wove a dream so deep
She showed compassion to let you be
You never know how close you came
To never returning or again being awake

Red Shoes, Redhair

Her hair and shoes were red
I was moved, out of this world
Every twist and turn
I dream of the times we danced
I remain mesmerized
By her
I was taken and led
Down a path of my own despair
And I wonder how
I ever took a chance
Because now I sway in the wind
Hanging by a thread
Waiting until I am dead
Because all I wanted
Was her
What a fool I am
But what choice did I have
Love follows it's own rules
And I followed
Watching the red shoes
Walk away
And now I am in a place
Where I cannot be saved
No rescue
No hope

Every day is a new chance to begin again

We have a cycle in each day

From the birth of the morning

To the death of light into night

Rather than mourning the lost

Or celebration of the temporary

I intend to pursue my life
As a holy quest by a knight

Since I have nothing to lose

Except this flesh bound life

There's nothing truly to lose

If by my quest I find truth

And if by my seeking

I am to gain the light

Repeating Cycles

We call on others to do better

Demand that new generations 

Somehow must achieve

Greater than our own

Refusing to change our actions

Falling upon the faithful 

Who somehow still believe

We refuse to live with any passions

By our hand we recreate the Hells 

That we so bravely escaped

We refuse blame for our acts

Neither accepting consequences

Nor the treasons and defenses

We ourselves brought to life

Repeating cycles

Because they are easy to understand

We do what we've been taught

Refusing to give others a hand

While sitting in judgment

And stabbing backs

I exist, I will persist

The prophet is also often a pariah
Hated for the message, doomed as a messenger
Inside of my mind will be found only resistance
Against the evil, vile forces surrounding me
I watch now at them closing in upon me
I'm destined to be their pariah, an outsider
If I've been led to a place to be shunned, ignored
Hated as well as scorned, my absence welcomed
It is due to them deciding to see me bleed
Those who see my being as a blemish, an obstacle
Filled with a darkness and they hate, even fear
Because time will end as well as every being
We are created of impermanence
For death happens to everything
We are created by order, broken by entropy
As the darkness grows, revels in moments lost
Watching as the hours pass, sole relief in sleep
The precious land of dream comforts
They seek to take away my mind
They long to steal my power
But I refuse, because I have been redeemed
Their drive to destroy me leads to one thing
I have persistence, I exist, my will endures
I refuse the doom that they have beckoned
Hoping to someday devour me
Because I possess a heart
Filled with resistance, and persistence
And I know I can endure

Extinction

In the morning haze
The mist begins to burn off
A black crow flies by
Here is my new day
Cast from Eden, I am lost
But few shed tears and cry
What can I do
Knowing the truth
Life is temporary
Extinction is forever
We've sold our souls
And now go down together

Dancer

That perfume smells of musk
Or maybe that's her scent of love
I've longed for the chance to speak
But worry that I'm not enough
She is used to being treated special
Like a queen or princess of the kingdom
If I stay silent, not taking a chance
I'll appear weak
But the way she moves
Her mind is a symphony
Her flesh is a club for dance
And I'll never catch the beat

We Do It To Ourselves

All the crimes of the human species
Are paired with absolute darkness
Fecund and fetid, obscene appetites
We love the vulgar, the sexual tease
Absent any punishment
Our hearts become hardened
Choices aren't made in a vacuum
Not made in black and white
And yet they darken our soul
Slaves to our lust
Lovers of pleasure
We refuse to ever trust
Preferring a false foundation
By slavery it was built
While hording treasure
Affording our leisures
We wallow in the shadows
Absolving ourselves of guilt

Perfection is nearly Unique

His father was a warrior, flawed but uniquely talented and skilled
Lancelot was tempted, broken by love but never bested in combat
His mother possessed a swan-like grace and an unique beauty
Elaine of Corbenic was a spiritual maiden of the Holy Grail
She would be chosen by the Fisher King to serve the Lord
Elaine's father King Pelles had a powerful prophecy
The union of Lancelot and Elaine would bring perfection
Castle Corbenic's daughter was wise and spiritually pure
Lancelot's warrior spirit would run like fire in his veins
He'd remain true to the quest, when others failed the test
In combat none could compare, for he was born to his role
Galahad refused to believe what others said about him
For he was also perfectly humble, wise, generous, and kind
To be perfect in such traits, leads to a knight who is perfect

Letters In the Language of the Heart Are Confusing

In her day there were no phones to speak across miles
No sending texts, even with bad spelling or grammar
No computers to lighten the load of communication
There were only words spoken, or words well written
They'd be sent across the miles carried by messenger
And now we see as she smiles, her lover responded
But it is left a mystery for those who might watch
As to whether her entreaties moved her secret love
But was he a cad or fool, or feigned an ignorance
What if his reply focused upon abject banality
What if he wrote back mentioning
How lovely was the current weather
Instead of something beautiful
Something filled with romance?

Let it Burn

Every other time he said those words
He meant everything that he had said
So why this time, in the same setting
Should I give him any benefit of doubt
And like every time before it burns
He means what he means and will
Til he is dead and cold in the ground
Every one creates their own hell
But when I hear the sound, of his voice
As I break from this prison cell
So I'll smile but refuse to listen
To any more of the shit he says
I am tired and can't go on
Every time he tells me
I am ready to let it end
For good, or ill, I am done
Let the past be gone
Find some clarity in flame
For right or for wrong
It has gone on too long
Let the past burn
The time is long past ready

Lady Sleep

You know that Lady Sleep is your lover
A mistress, ravishing, and smart
She calls to you wherever you are
She tugs upon your sad wearied flesh
You are tired, and tired of heart
Close your eyes, you begin to fall
She asks why you can't visit more
When you finally visit sleep
She asks why not stay longer
For she is charming, her thoughts wild
Her words move you
She is enchanting
Her being is constant
A force of nature
Her wit is delicious
As is her form
You're exhausted, she's there
She's been patiently waiting
Longing for your embrace
Her touch is so warm
Her form is fluid, alluring and soft
Unlike every thing else you've known
In this life and every area of existence
In your waking life you've suffered
Pain and toil, troubles of the flesh
But she gives you peace and only that
Restoring your energy by simple touch
She'll renew you, make exhaustion flee
She takes you to see extravagant places
And when you are ready to her sister Dream
When you wake up you are back in your bed
Rested, hopeful and can't remember why
But you know you woke with a smile
You must've had the time of your life
Until you visit Sleep and Dream again
You'll look forward to every next time
Your mistress she'll remain