In Reality

Grown emboldened in my waiting

I am rolling down the hill

I'm in exile, you're in exile

Such is fate's capricious will

There are mountains, there are quarrels

And confessions left undone

Colored patterns drift between us

And beneath them lies the sun

Like the sapphires of desire

Words will tremble from my lips

Yet the royal cloak of crimson

Hides a hollowed-out eclipse

"What is now?" — the moon is mocking

Gazing at my empty dreams

I will build a hundred stairways

From the blossoms of my springs

And along them, like Orpheus

I'll descend to seek the Muse

But the morphine of refusals

And your smiles' resplendent bruise

Will again deprive me sleeping

In my waiting burning through

And my waking dream will show me

All the living shades of you