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.
