Contrast..

In the shadow of stark night
When the solidifies dream
snores on the shore-
your snaffle greed lanced
towards the mind
I bet-dust of your soul
can beat me -then.

Beat me-call it your fame
Call it your mind's sweet music
Call it your passion of adventure
sign of your magical affection
and make my earth wretched.

Moments may not reflect on you
purple haze may not give
you misdirection-
My small glance may not make you pause
perhaps can give you a chance
to continue the dance
-on my coffin nail.

But still-I can see ,you are crying
in the deep of memory's dark manse......