Poemander

I saw the dream where I'm no more,

I lived the dream which was no longer.

Emperor's clothes I had thereon,

But fight was lost and night was stronger.

The road I walked had far to run,

Runout of the footsteps, I, before the junction.

There was no end to call upon,

But called upon the end of endless function.

And trees there stood, but I was gone,

Perceiving not the song of birds in verdant foliage.

I've dissipated like a ray of evanescent sun -

Prodigal child unreturned, spent off on home pilgrimage.

Still life went on, no strings attached,

No intermittent feelings, no remembrance,

But most important, no recourse, no match

To whizzing winds on battlefields of vengeance.

Your dreams l enter through keyhole of hopes,

Shape-shift through layers of primordial fears.

Like mare, in the night I'll stare till you learn the ropes,

And sail through the breach across the spheres.

Beyond that breach another me, another you,

Another tapestry of dreams unspared.

If this no more, than how could you,

Could you revive the moments that we shared.