Light, Mist

In dream I speak of words from my mind,

Seeing my thoughts in the sun it shines,

Sweet world of free spirit awaken by a sound,

My eyes greet the morning light yet mist they find;

Darkness of poison shall flow only in disguise,

When most silent I hear my heart it rings in lies,

In day I sleep for its lights too blinding,

Such cursed hour voices it shall never unwind.

—- Dream is life and life is a dream; Day be night and night be day.

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