There was a note of dreams in white,
There for the readers last delight,
And on the canva's carmine night
In coral red I sit and write...
...about the dreams I used to dream,
About the darkness and its gleam,
About some roses which redeem,
A spirit lost in ocean's stream.
...about the shadows within light,
About the pale amaranth sight
That guides my eyes, maybe in spite
Of reason, beyond wrong or right.
...I think a secret was the theme,
But rather I will not blaspheme.
I'll leave a single star agleam
And to the reader my esteem.