Here i now sit beside the river
Awake yet in a deep sleep however
For i am swallowed down by this beautiful mirror

How it opened its mouth and i fell in, down, straight through, untill i saw you
Without a future, without memories
You sweetest creature of my fantasies
Walking like a dancer dangerously

Awake yet wet and in pain
For i am swallowed down by this invisible rain
Unheard comforter that willfuly has to lie
For the river reflects my buried will to die

Words Of Harfouchism

To dream a dream
That is hard to forget
In the mist of clouds
It disappears like a sunset
Ebbing away with clarity
Reverting in my desperate mind
Like it's a mere charity.

Oh the beautiful dreams aren't true
Knowing them is better than having no clue
The subconscience is an inconspicuous beauty
Like the roots of the tree
Entangled and buried beneath
Its beauty is hidden
Its thoughts forgotten.

To dream a dream
Is finding your love
Then losing it soon
It's the inward eye's beauty
So beautiful, so resplendent,
When you wake up, you soon swoon.