Poetica

 
To lift you up, I will cry  
and never fear away,  
   
To the dream – its only an illusion    
where the ancient child’s at play,  
   
When you dream within the dream  
the mask is taken away;  
   
Can you imagine the power,  
and the energy when you wake?      
   
And although logic chases imagination,  
the silver light, it stays.  
   
To lift you up, I will fly    
with eyes that seize the day.