Simulacrum of what you made me
with your love.
Where did this effigy I be,
of that love go?
The air be thin in which I he
vanished with no trace.
Delusive faith in love
forlorn by souls desire,
quackery of this charlatan,
conceived,
conceptualized
in mind of dreamer.
I saw my dream,
I held my dream,
I kissed my dream,
I loved my dream,
but for a time so dear,
til chased in fright,
by morning light,
so I pray once more for night.
