The Dreams That Come So Sweet (From, Dried Flowers)

The dreams that comes so sweet away in each, Like vessel of a day or golden dance; And could there endure or make a sign to reach, With side of its blossoms and circumstance. Fearless among all these fields and meadows, Conversing ground in a marvel nothing; With shades if its colors in gone echoes, Alters alone dreamscapes abandoning. Inquiring dawn in the mortals of swans, Worship of time that made abjuring sign; Smoke that plundered rising tranquil aeons, Addressed all in pulses by their outline. The ships from shore meeting the destiny, Sailing their dreams giving accompany.