Songs of illusions

All wonders of the world
I welcome them
unto my dreams
which lie ages away

All forefathers of rebels
They revolt in my blood
And I need to bring them
A sea of calmness
A song of harmony

I stand by my words
which made me a poet
of all insane memoirs
And all figs of a living tree

Let them bark
And hide me mad
I will get them
sight of a nightingale