at night runs the dream
run and hide
in between dark and rough branches
in the dark blue night
slips the dream
it runs away
lights the blue
and things exists
colorful
exposed
the sun's warmth held in hands
ages the face
changes
builds the mask that will smile in the late hours
through the hours and the dance of times and things
goes this pair of life
footsteps made of light and shadows
over the sweet meadows
touched by the winds
once blowed from the deep earth
and carried away by ghosts
a man's soul taken
forever clasped in the arms of heaven and hell
there is no choice
no corner to reveal
birth and death are one thing
attached to the path of day and night
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