At the streams of the midnight dreams
sorrows of lonely souls were arrowed
to bleed the course of turbulent rivers
to breed in the unseen spaces of hope
on aisles where moon burns the sun
and the rays streams beautiful pain
of euphoric breeze and fitful blush
Insides the clouded bed in the skies
the ecstasy of hair strokes and strums
drums that haunt and roll their hunt
as the light shows up in the darkest
scenes of fed smiles and created kisses  
At the dreams of the midnight streams