The Mistress of Word Play

I live in moonlight shadows cast,

by memories from the past.

Here, I will stay by my own choice,

among the dreams which have no voice.



No you cannot touch me, or ever see,

the one within, the one that's me.

I have chosen to go this route,

and I will never turn about.



I sleep in the silence of my room,

resting now as if in a tomb,

dwelling forever among those things,

fabricated of stardust which evening brings.



No you cannot touch me, or ever feel,

the dreams I tried to make come real.

Yes, my love I grew tired of trying,

and have put an end to senseless crying.



I live in moonlight shadows cast,

by memories from the past.

I am a prisoner of my own design,

trapped in the cage I call my mind.