No dreams undreamt

There is no place for reason
In a nostalgic drowse
Wind takes small laments away
The carried song dances with echoes
Is it a dream or illusion
Staring at my side
The awakening never comes
The awakening is a worthless guide
Dusk at horizon rising is the night
So strong is our light and our gloom that dwell in us
I dream eternally in a desolate existence
Dreaming gives life to my ideal
Your last word
Your last tear in my eye
Face of the moon constrains the senses
Drifting in heavy clouds
I see a movement among shadows of my thoughts
Whirling are the dreams I don?t know
In the chamber of my consolation
Bleeding are sources of my passion
I lay my hand upon your head dream forever