The Graceful Dream

A fragile mind breaks in the night
Seething through the veiled moonlight
The dreams of which have all my might
Have been broken by your soul.

A shattered heart of which I dream
The heart is mine as it may seem
And how it floats in the nightly gleam
As the crows sit under the moon.

Silent, you might be from the dream of love
I, the wicked crow, and you, the nightly dove
The midnight vines grow from the moon above
While the night is lit by embered dragons.

I bare not to see you from afar
Your withered beauty is who you are
Fixed under that of a gleaming star
Is a grave for those who once loved.

Spellbound, I am, by your serious grace
As darkness shrouds, I cannot see your face
Only through the rapid dreaming pace
Am I able to see your heart.

Even though we dream apart, we are together in the night still...