who calls the dreams to play
which on her call
I strive to look inward at I

On the back of me eyelids
her visions play
I cry to see each night

her words captivating
entrance my days
encapsulate my nights

I interpretate her meanings
whittle statues to her
wisdoms cut myself doing

bleed to her wisdom die in
honor to my priestess
becoming dark in my vision

strive Still in night
her on a screen of pretending
I hear and feel her

near