Becoming myself, Mental layers dissolve to show

Gather me like water in your arms, I will cool you down

My bitterness has left me though your memories still visit from the sea.

Large frame and soft smiles, Soft but your keen eyes,

As fable-like as I may seem, I promise you, I am not a dream. I dreamt for a thousand years, And still, I dream As everyone else hopes for a

Dark, dreamy night, I hear your beguiling wiles, I do. I do. I do.