IN OUR SHARED DREAMS

Madness taint and taunt of ancient tablet's tincture,

range of record, to dread of dreams,

never thinking, what it seems,

born to breed the deeming seeming,

churning feeling keeping dreaming,

searing in the sift of schemes,

daring we to dream the dreams,

of nations yes that yet unborn,

fill the past with loathing scorn,

madness keeper of this aim,

keep me from this wicked game,

take me from their haunting night,

keep me from their aimfull spite,

madness with your lingering sorrows,

remember me, today's tomorrows,

where wickedness is madness wrath,

wrought writhing 'pon life's wicked path,

and keep me from their wicked ways,

keep madness far from me all days,

let not be on the path forgotten,

a forging of a path that's rotten,

keep me from being lost and daft,

Remember when and where we laughed,

at obstacle and all the aims,

that keep us from their wicked games,

oh madness, friend and foe you are,

oh madness kept now near and far,

when drawn close the things I see,

make witness of their comfort's wrought,

with all the the things that I forgot,

cared not examine in good care,

kept madness distanced from a scare,

for we too witness life impart,

their held indifference to life's art,

that keeps us from a scheming, seeming,

that holds truth in their dreary dreaming,

where we too witness to adorn, 

the scorn of bleeding hearts,

to art t'impart our salient arts,

where heart, pulse, reveals,

the perfect seals,

in our shared dreams.