In a poet’s dream
The words dance amongst the emotions seams,
As we peer through the cracks
Of the starlights silver screens imageries

The imaginations quarrel through all possibilities

Our mind’s pick roses until the thorns make our fingers bleed

And with that blood
We spell out
All that we have seen

When we did Look,

Perhaps to some,

A little too deep within the phrases of our light’s realities

And when we all awake to find
The poet dreaming
With worlds behind
The poems beloved verses
For our love’s divine

I can only pray thee
That the poets sublime requiem
Is not left all alone
Within the poet’s

Lonely

Mind.