Lost Dreams

Upon my hate of love
From the stars above
Comes my greatest hope
From the scum of which I lope
Even though my heart has been shattered
I come outside to come gather
My shattered dreams
And my heart gleams
With a light
So bright
As to my soul
And they are the same as black and coal
And now I sleep
Just to escape and keep
My dreams in abundance
Of the circumference
To the endless imagination
This is my creation
Of dreams