As the sun dies wet in the sea

As the world shall go to sleep

I would be awake telling stories

To you, the listener of my dreams

Where in the world when I found you

I thought; perhaps the reason

I fought for so long


Things make sense, neither songs nor poems

But everything; they say ‘This verse shall be your fairy tale.’

As the sunrise, the rise of phoenix

As the world shall be awake

I would be sleeping serene

This matters, so do you

A fellow traveler, a friend, a companion