• In sliver chasms, awake in flight
    Dreamer's eve, to light the path
    The violent spasms, to break the night
    Forever leave, result of wrath.

    A second turn, a clock's reprise
    A breath that lights the deepest sorrow
    The minds now churn, dreamer's demise
    A method to refine tomorrow

    Who calls your name?
    Bring darkened rain?
    Nothing, uttered
    Beat, now fluttered

    Sincere, not thought
    From here we fought
    To hide from self
    Let to the shelf

    Is all as seem?
    In depth remain
    The lightest dream
    As pure, again.