Memories are mist-filled moods
Reflected on the mind
Mirrors that distort the light
Pure diamonds, unrefined
Illusions forged in silkened smoke
To soothe the heart aflame
A self-illusioned cauldron's dream
That bears no lover's name
They comfort and torment the soul
A prism of emotion
The truth's but a supporting role
Within that dark commotion
No mental locks can bind their power
For they know who's the slave
They leave at the appointed hour
The mind goes to the grave
They merge into another place
Alike in their uniqueness
Spirits with a human face
That boast their own completeness
