She wrote the most beautiful lines in her sleep

Line by line, what is fed is deep

However weird, maladjusted her claims

No one could love her as inside wore a flame

That she set alight in a path so obscure

Not vaguely a memory in truth could allure

Star Dreams will come true in time she assured

This Star in the Voyage of recycled time

she knew the worth

of the most beautiful lines in her sleep

I never questioned the motive

This present I’ll keep

Secure, sacred, my rough diamond of glee

How did you know she carried the Dream?