The Dream-when it departs..

In the wide panorama of dreams..
Flowed down the lordly river..
I saw the rushing spring..
I saw the dancing stream..
I saw the lively sky..
I saw how crimson changed into grey light..
The shower of rainfalls..
The bleeding of heart within..
The sound of thunder.
A flash of lightning..
The flame of love burning..
Envy and pride may have vanished with the tide..
Life, may now be thorns of dried..roses,
Let those thorns not hurt..
Let these breezes not blow so strong..
Let the rain wash down the trickling tears down thy eyes..
Let the boat sail..
Let the hope depart..
May there resent a hope in thy heart..
Hope to be entangled in the soul, we reside..
Hope to be the woman of your dream every night ..
Hope to see the dream, not break in the beautious day light.