Dreamscapes.

 Dreamscapes maybe it's where the passion lies, in a window of opportunity, where the feasents fly ,Quietly the love accrued here by fate, opens up a world of wonderment Before the time of late, in some current state of sea, Be holding waves of extacy for well ensured be the heart who's limbs would sever any sky ,

And pave the ways for dreaming by Before that state of living die,  In a mortal string of old, have the hand of willing hold, embraced against what wills of night, but find most love within the light Only to dance with him and Angel found, and sleep eternal in the ground, of and old time romance formed of trust, as all but love may come to dust.