: About Me

Beneath elder trees in full bloom I dreamt of her; the Moon's twin sister Your almost there, The only one holding you back is yourself What possible care can you have Am I dreaming? Young lady that scales the unreal Of course, we speak to each other daily amidst the rays But now drawn in slumber what presence do you feel. You are the mending of my haze The ending to the craze, what truly might be The beginning of my days Of eyes closed beneath the moonlight. Sweet lady of silence without a face. You are only the frail reflection of what is true In this blurred world that I gladly chase I o...