Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...
Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...
Falling through the bitter tears
of love's unlovely dream...
Sunlight plays its games
across the waters rippling surface...
Between the darkness and the light
when restless thoughts run through your head...
Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...
No one,
sees the light go out...
If it harms none, you
can do what you will...
The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...
The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...
Night falls
and with it silence is broken...
A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...