A Dreamer's Diary

Where fly my lonely wanderings,
Not to the sky I know for sure
It is too high to be reached by me
Playing a face of pure demure

Where lie my deceased dreams
Sheltered from the little world
Must it be covered by a veil
Before it's fragility unfurl

Where sleep my holy heart
Cleansed or dirty may it be
Place my hands in folded love
Say my wishes to tender thee

Write these dear thoughts softly
So none may escape suddenly
Kiss them before the key
Locks away the words for eternity