D R E A M

what had visit
the dream space blurred, my lord?
time they travel too fast
only served at the dinner table
vanity as a side dish
lunch
fixed rose bud and
flickering thousand candles were growing dim
blade of the saber even thou handheld
absolute gleamed from
games and
betrayal

dark traces life quietly
infiltrate the black night
called dream
the drums of war
boisterous sound
call the young soldiers fighting, attacking
opponent who just flashed as
shadow
- the true enemy, the hatred remains
raging inside -
: What else do you want to pursue, my lord?
morning still sleepy
and reluctant to awake
where you may pick
answer as words?

Agats - Asmat, July 23, 2010