Do you believe in me;
Am I real because you want to be?
Do you believe in what you see;
Illusions spread by imagery?
Is there a place for dreams;
Or just forgotten simple things?
A land of never never care;
A world wherever one would dare.
To me it's just a setting sun;
Resting now the day is done.
Darkened void of consciousness;
Mistress of the night undressed.
Milk white skin once eclipsed;
The gentle touch of fingertips;
Soft curves and mother night.
The words to send a chill of fright;
Along the spine trembling.
To glance back remembering;
Pain sweet and innocent;
Without moral contest.
Is this what is to know;
Or must we delve below;
To find our soul?