dream

 

Dream, witty & slim,

Shaper of forms & beings

No-one & no-thing,

would you mind

bringing my love

back to me?

that life of mine,

spirit of wine

or absinthe fairy?

(I know what says

that dark pearly glance

of his eyes, that silence

of no-man, no- god,

unseen:

-NO.)

why canst thou, Dream,

bring my love

from thy misty shore?

-Not My Duty, You See?

Anon, messire.

so send me to that

island’s 
hellish strand

with no man, harbor,

or vessel,

& have me ended.

-Fare Thou Well.