An echo for a novel dream
Holding a loss with great esteem
He lay asleep with old shadows
Circumvent not, new waken dream
Beneath the sun there lay a bream
Too much ardor for faithful ones
Holding a loss with great esteem
Once blue, now frozen stood a stream
A love withdrew when fall was young
Circumvent not, new waken dream
Each pebble thrown, love was the theme
All was the same, his morning breaths
Holding a loss with great esteem
Two souls conjoined, he was the seam
Her hasty fleet fluttered the wind
Circumvent not, new waken dream
Two childhoods known, both were extreme
Her love took side, and there stood time
Holding a loss with great esteem
Circumvent not, new waken dream
