The Ream

Bring to me 'morrow's memories

Bring to me sorrow's melodies

On unsolicited corners of halcyon days

Ancient ink writes reams of a lullaby.

Don't ask too much

Don't see too much

Don't seek too much

Don't speak too much

What has been sown shall be seen

Blind your colour behead your sheen

Crystal wings will shine so bright

Crystal wings will never know flight

Like liquid poured into containers alike

Till there's only containers, no liquid rike

I sing myself the lullaby to sleep

No dream as shallow no dream as deep

Fingerprints on pages rusty

Montages on polaroids dusty

Weaving sordid shade in scorching sun

Mesmerizing and mystical until I burn