Hope springs from me
Again
From under the ashes of pain
Build a house of dreams
Do not be inhabited by anyone else
To run away to him
Of the bitterness of the sun
And pain
And the cruelty of life
Cruel is life
Deceitful is fate
Hypocritical
Which we inhabit
We wore masks
Not us
Give us qualities
Loose on us
But
I go back to that palace
Which is his sons
I imagine you
King of the throne of time
Occupy my dreams
You share my days
With joy and sorrow
Angrily and spuriously
I always see you near me
For you are my spirit
And a heart beating with love
And a full age
Sweetly perfumed
And the splendor of imagination
Where suffering becomes
Really past
The pain is a balmy symbol
This is not achieved
Except
You are near me