| My dreams are of these kinds Inside the portals of my sleep It is not for you to live here Everything is so flimsy Ephemeral and Gossamer-like So disappear, go away where you May feel alive Where you are Living a life concrete as a stone A landmark of iron And steel and sounding cobblestones My thoughts are see-throughs That you cannot touch With your fingers They go through like the air that You want to grasp and hold Because in truth my words are fire And flames These are the thoughts of the world When no man was yet created When no man was yet alive It is not your kind of thoughts Your kind of dreams These words I have been weaving Inside my heart and mind They will surely burn you |