I can see the works of bitterness,
under the forge Sun.
I can sense the tone of breath,
explain the bitterness of longing time.
The pill may tell it all came from me.
But the Ship in a bottle,
may just give you the main.
How lust and temptation shroud and died,
Where the feelings came from a dream.
To places a ship sail through the colors of cloud.
And the flesh of the wave,
was just the way you sit and watch the bittery past.
Into another dream, see differentially..