Rêve Récurrent

The dawn is bright,
But the light so grim,
My eyes ache,
At the aura rim.
My dreams fade, my will unmade,
At what dreams cast,
Before they fade

Deceiving dreams are they,
Who never stay and hide by day,
By illusive means they promise,
A world of barren hopes abolished,
Only false memories remain,
And damnit, why even those retain!
A hopeless struggle by the sane,
A vain attempt,
To exempt our pain.

Who was it I saw, a moment ago?
Before the night, Began to glow?
Does she remember our lips pressed?
Before she left, or was it me?
Who left her world, that now she sees?

But these wicked dreams do not end here,
If they did, why would I fear?
For I see my sister, walking alone,
As if she wasn’t buried, beneath that stone,
And speaking to her only brother,
She speaks to me like no other,
And soon vanishes within the air,
And dies again, to my despair!

Tonight, I will sleep and see it all again,
A penalty for my cardinal sin,
For extinguishing my mortal light,
To forever abide within the night,
For it is there that will forever last,
The empty promises that dreams cast.