dreaming

Help me stop dreaming these dreams of you, on empty nights when the dreams come true speak not for tomorrow nor hide thy sorrow of anything that was left for you. Speak the silent angels talk of sunny mornings deathly walk of those once here but now have gone fear not the hell when all is wrong. Sing thy song of neverending pain and distant feelings, bring about gods only wish the almightly wooing healing. When all is forsaken hide not thy taking of anything not as pure. As thy angel once on earth whom bathed and blessed and quenched thy thirst. forver and Foverever more.