Embracement of Dreams

I hear the whine
of people singing my name
pretending everything is fine
hiding in their own shame

Disgusting the very stance
of vanity, wiltting flowers
who seek the pleasure of glance
of beauty from criers

Then finally blushing red
within the very voice of Love
from the sweetest lad
in short, dreamless sleep I have

Days sicken every fiber of my beings
and I'm searching for darkness
where there are no moan and feelings
only Love I brought from sickness

Then finally find him there
waiting in the quiet battlefield
smiling so true everywhere
and his soft face become my shield

In his embrace I shall rise