I’m Lost in Dreams

I’m lost in dreams, my lively love, fraught with thunder, and
Tribal drums. The heart of fools, a palace shrine, asearch
For love, and vivid signs. But life to soul, a fractured bone,
Infused with death, and prayers alone. Thus the legend, a
Splintered vein, a touch of heart, and poison flame. And
Light to God, a sacred dance, upon the pain—of heaven’s
Hand. But deep within, a floral maze, the bond of myth,
Aloft the cave.

I’m lost in dreams, my lively love, fraught with thunder, and
Tribal drums. The soul of hope, a boundless web, the test of
Faith, the angel’s ebb. But face to tears, our fated light, the
Scar of God, and mystic plight. Thus the dream, an omen’s
Tare, the depth of myth, and spirit flare. And fallen bright,
The art of lust, adrift the winds—of love and trust.