Before Last Call

A moment of dream,
Morn fantasy scene
Lone purest one…
For a story read real now

Dear heart for a hope
Embraced by fire, though torn
Seeking for home,
Still lost to the world…

One sight through the past
To redeem into the silence
Remained in the darkness…
One dream turned real, another — fell into dust
Sheltering still upon pale moonlit bars
It leads me back to the heart lost upon all fallen stars…

A path through the time,
A path to the dawn.
In silence it dwells for life
And lies all still before
Last call of the first tide
Will dreamlessly fall.