My real world
Is in your dream

I step into your mind
Out of my Sunken Cathedral

I breathe air once again
There are perfumes
Music and wild flowers
And live birds in the trees
Singing A Midsummer Night's Dream

My lungs are full of sodden incense
I am damp and cold

But in your mind
There is a big fire,
And a red phoenix in it
Spreading his wings

I shall remember what I saw
In your real world
Which was my dream

And I shall try to be grateful

I'd give you all your heart's desire
But it would only make you unhappy

Goodbye…

Note: (I have never seen Manuela again) - P.R.