• As days go by like a blissful memory,
    Leaving like dew on the tithered rose.
    I think of the boy I keep close to my heart,
    Hoping him well and will love him forever.

    My life's just begun as I write on the pages,
    Of my life that withers with every step I take.
    The pictures of blood and war will never seen my eyes,
    As I spy behind my cloud of imagination and wonder.

    Magic fills my heart when I think of my friends,
    The friends that laugh and dream just as I.
    I think of the flowers blooming in awe,
    And of the doe that drinks in the river.

    Like lips of a lover on the frail ones of mine,
    Like drops of water singing a quartet.
    I dream through magic and underestimated will,
    As my mind stows away logic behind a glistening veil.

    As a peaceful babe, fast asleep in his mother's arms,
    As a slunking cat looking for his next prey.
    As whatever I wish turns real before my eyes,
    But nothing ever making much sense.