I wake with tears from lucid dreams
Where skies have all their stars aligned.
Soaked in sweat like fluid streams
That drown the peace of fragile mind.

Since our faithful summer bloom
A **** of doubt did sprout in youth
Of joy that may be lover's doom
And good that lies beyond my truth

Through conscious nights and sleepless days
I dream much more my lucid dreams
With Fear to wake in cruel daze
To life and all its severed seams

I wish to dream more lucid dreams
By all and every faithful means