Arcane Opus of Dreams

Sitting on the brink of my frenzy thoughts,
I sip the best of the bottle of wine i spared for the special moment
Listening to the faint heart beat, diminishing as it dances to the beat of my dreams
Watching the final sunset, when the thin rope of smoke swings my cradle
Towards Another Womb, to be buried deep into a new world
When death opens a new door. Who knows what lies beyond!

An octet all by myself, in this vast limitless ocean of souls
I Am just a drop! A multitude of droplets!
A fatuous imagination, as faint as the dying light of a candle
In the dark winter nights when the snow flakes cover what is black!
To cover what is born ugly!
A life form born as a consequence of either an action of love and kindness
Or an insane act of crime!

When the wine slides piercing the melody in my heart,
A composition of the self created artist
about the lanes of memory from the womb to the tomb
A self made womb, a fitting way to bid farewell to this door!
This ship sailing amidst the limitless oceans and the raging storms
To sink deep into the dark blues...
Forever...

To unlock the doors in the deep blues if any!
As the sun finally sets, with the hope to dawn in a new world
When the eyes open up after a long good night sleep...
To compose the "Arcane Opus of Dreams"