Dry the water from your eyes, leave these dreams behind,
There is no thing here for you, but the haunting ghosts in your mind.
The ocean may be sparkling in the sun, yet the ship is sinking,
Shattered down in the deep, where the beams are never winking.
So please, my dearest one, do not let yourself devour.
They will cause only pain, these dreams of yours so flowered.
The oleander may be a beauty evergreen, yet its blood so deadly,
Makes your heart stop pounding, turning it cold and heavy.
Make your dreams a different kind, like the ones that never fade,
Because yours are turning grey, and will forever remain unmade.
The fire may be an alluring saviour, yet demanding are its licks,
Leaving every soul in ashes, ruthless destruction it inflicts.
Dreams like these were never meant for a heart like yours,
So pour out your reveries, and close the tempting doors.
His wine may be sweet on your tounge, yet it will leave you drained,
And bitter is the aftertaste, wishing you had abstained.