dream in the dream, sleep in the sleep,
wake in the bed you once dreamt the dream.

truly the troubador, ever the evador,
only in song, could salvation be long,
in the midst of night, there is no fight,
where is the moon? the morn is to be soon,
whereas the sunshine is bright, the day is right,
the pleasent day, shine the sun's rays,
clouds give way to rain, there is no strain,
no lament leaked from the firmament,
grace from the heavens, rains upon,
washing the earth, making it perk,
soon after to the delight, the moon resumes it's twilight.

obtain fantasy, tis not blasphemy.

wonder and wonder, who's guilty plunder?
you accepted a fine burdern, in the nocturne of yester-day,
in to-day you find a trouble, of which is mostly scolding,
for the burden is that of a letter, not lighter than a feather,
it says, How can I be complete without the companionship
in our friendship? I think we have a flame to
share and let flame. The flame can only be put out by death itself,
that is to say it never dies by itself.