With the addiction of memories
intoxicating this heart and confusing
the core,
You sometimes seem to be my Savior,
Who with your iron armour
Guarded me long,
The moon of my sky,
The compass of my sea,
The clouds of my rain,
The rays of my mornings,
But as I taper off dreaming
these mesmerizing dreams
to think with my being,
I do understand you were even more,
The moon withered without a soul,
The compass when a tempest strikes,
The clouds that brought stroms along,
The rays of that sunlight that never
reached me…
