I feel alive even though it’s all dead,
Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head.
I am a star without skies,
I cry without tears,
Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes,
But I still have fears
Of what may befall.
After all these days of careless infinity-
It’s like I have fallen in a stream
That runs through the mountains of dreams;
It’s like I have fallen in love,
Even when I am not living.
I am that lake of monster-
You see in your dreams.
I am your flake of snow,
That only drips from your draping hair:
In a summer sun-
It melts on touching you.