Lymphoric crainules
The woman was a dream I had though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was
still asleep
For when my hand was holding hers, she whispered words and
I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room the echo of whomever
spoke
I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever
spoke
The place I saw was far beneath the surface of the sea
My sight was poor but I was sure the sirens sang their songs
for me
They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal
haze
And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral
maze