DREAMS

A lost young petal
wondering souls
I see the dream you seek
follow me please, if you dare.
The dream is coming
for you and me.
I return by your side
with a heart in my hand.
It is like a bright fire dancing
to the slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory
has turned to a lonely, sulfur.
I retire my heart now to you,
love me because I love you.

by, KYLE