In dreams, the truth is granted me;
A glimpse of future reality.
I see my slender thread of fate;
Being shorn by death's scythe of hate.
I hear laughter from the demon of the dark;
As life ebbs with a final beat of my heart.
And sunflowers weep for you and me;
As they sense the dreaded reality.
For we are destined never to meet
In this world so cold;
But in my dreams, our spirits
Are returning home.
