THE DREAMER

You cradle my secrets
Like warm babies
Calling for a mother
Who doesnt exist.

Dreaming in silence
Of marble palaces
With pillared grace
From dark ringed eyes
Of blinded dreamers
Phantoms of amber skies.

He repeats of how
The world it weeps
Staring from glassy eyes
A labelled atrocity
Of lifes cruel lies
A melting photograph.