Animated, life,
dreaming of the colors, seeing the moon, the stars,
everything comes round again.
Winding through the streets, into oblivion, in fear,
The little fairy fingers, fixing hours, spreading his wings,
A heart that cried, that flies the am
our looked after what was missing.
She was unknown, curious and friendly
at a glance, offered a little mermaid in the eyes of the night,
Her key made the dream come true, a secret they now share,
He was a magician, with images of poetry (??)
a tamer of dreams
hidden in the shadows
alone with his game broken
his heart broken
things in pieces to mend again.