Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...