The heart skips, losing once
to many more then she adored
holding fast to who she loves
a supple and a gurgle she does make
falling away by the side,
she walks away as the morning breaks
healing dreams she once believed
never being a flawless being
her dying scream she doth make
a care she has no more to come
dreams so far away....

Walking in her head, that never was
one soul was born-darkened wish..
society souls, how dark the dish
the wicked game, refocused dreams
is there one, that is not stained?
a safe dream, finding them
the shadow to all concerns
a players Kiss to much loss
and so it begins and begins
with the blue dream of mine..

TILL the end of time....

Debbie Brooks 2014