I met him in an evening: br Along with god and nature; nearby pain sea. br The child whom I spoke- was all alone. br I sat him, seized and traced the words, br A tabloid of unutterable thoughts- br Dreams in his heart have breath br Love, people and planet of his own; br Coloring all his objects: he has seized. br And a wide realm of wild reality. br And tears, and tortures, and the touch of his dream. br With all his creations, thoughts has a slime of anger, br To build a tyranny of pleasure and joy. br br I would empty my soul of the dream, br That glittered and gathered in me; into him. br But, not to collapse him- I left. br He will build his empire of pleasure.