Brothel of Dreams

Drag the dream onto the streets
Tear off those fancy colored robes painted with Time
Let her lie naked on the ground
While the warm winters drool over her helpless beauty
And the Cold summers lust for the shadow too

For there isn't a single bird that can sing about your pain
Nor a poem that can contain the storm breeding in your womb
For he fiddled with your helpless self
Making Love and running away like the wind
Leaving behind a parting gift, a dream!

Oh my soul, cry out loud
for the silence inside is filling up
breeding cries waiting to see the world
To sing the songs of joy - freedom from silence
For your prayers are adulterated.

These mercurial anger and rage
turning into questions and pain making fun,
the dream of the dreams sold to a brothel house
drenched in wine, staggering and collapsing into teh darkness
If only someone can marry her. To see her true beauty.
If only there was enough colored robes to cover her
If only had not fallen in Love
If only the dream was never born.