The season of sweet dreams

A pink silhouette with a ''nimbus''

Horses with wings

A feeling of lost innocence (that is) about to seize

The breath of the last death

Everything is in a deceit

Unachievable, untouchable

The big picture of my dreams

Dispersed by a single gaze

And that is the end.

And it's still me,

only in another world,

more real.

Sweet dreams come and go

daily.

Sometimes black, and sometimes white...

Everything else remains unchanged and persists

For ever.