106.

Hidden



Do I exist or just in dreams?
In floating chance and silent screams
Is memory false or true as light?
So dim amidst this lifelong fight

Life in cruelty’s hidden love
With marching time to scarlet dove
Rush to end and lifeless peak
Too slow for memory’s desperate reach

If my past now future leads
To form my life in gentle tears
Why then does she still slip away?
To depths of mind and soul to stay

Did I exist in lifefull love
Or just dart around my hidden dove?
In hated life and clouded dreams

My soul’s soft story gently screams