yet a flowers gloom, yet love of the night,
yet the queen of now
your days consists of memories, your days of longing
and your nights of cries.
you cry not nowing,
in the dimst of night you find your voice, you gaze at the stars and find that you are among them
lonely without a scream. but trust me they do,
oh they scream,
but what if i told youthat they carry a truth,
a long hidden sleep found in your forest,
in the mist of dawn you and i are the same.
same creature withou ttime on our side.
but trust me when i say this, even if we werent made for this world i still love you,
with a depth i call upon and let the melodies of my singing heart sing you to sleepand may you  dream
of a future where you will find what you long for,
but not for me, i wasnt made for this world.
bye,
Daniel.