Dreams of Sherlica Clearwell, Verse II : At the Front of that Door in Endless Winter.

"It's silent, only storm sings, at the field near the border of dream and reality.
It's cold, everything is white, the falling crystals of winter.
A door of distant present stands, separating me from you.
Your promise, to return, out from this astral sphere."

"1 month, no, 10 years of dream I have knocked at that door.
There are no voice or even a glimpse of light from the other side.
In this field of endless winter, this field of our goodbye.
I wonder, where is the good of goodbye?"

"I'm tired, I'm losing it, there are no possibilities.
For the awaken to unlock that door of dreams.
One day, my companions come and sit in cold with this weak soul.
Sadly, they bring nothing to that losing belief."

"A door, a gate of lucid, your most excellent trait as this world's visitor, and my worst.
At the front of it, this body is engulfed in white and bone striking crystals of winter.
My mind wanders, my soul slowly begins to fade.
At the front of that door, amidst of this endless winter, I am waiting."

"Please open, my dearest.
Here I am, with the smile you always long to look at.
I am here, and will always be."