tantilizing dreams awaken this,
binding extremes bordering imprisonment,
whose to break the chains of loneliness,
salvage the spirit indefinate,
impending loss of tranquility,
the clouds fizzle away darkening,
skies once blue and freedom rests,
upon the age of innocence.
But awaiting employment of character,
where the once lively one has shattered;
its own peace and now lies bewildered,
upon the scattered roses,
oh for the one there that has its own imposes,
lost to this one indeed, raptured.
Away now cursed bad and evil dreams,
awaken to this the bliss of time,
for the things that are wanted,
equal pebbles by the river,
and the hands are washed clean there.