It was just a dream,
Or so I tell myself about the past.
Solid forms of fantasy that have vanished,
Along with my mind and soul.
This Creation remains beyond Form,
But beneath attachment.
These were just Dreams,
I see her depart in a train
All too quickly for me to like.
I place my hate only near that goodbye.
It is better for her to be pure of this pain,
While it is a pain I can better bear.
Shrouded in darkness,
I see her form one last time.
Not knowing but knowing that she is there.
And it comes and goes too quickly.
Before I could hate that goodbye.
And I awake and I cry and think only to myself,
Farewell O Mud Lake,
Farewell O Form.