Alone stood a chair;
dreams were somehow fulfilled there.
It was if all time stood as if in a stall,
no noises at all, every sound blocked by a wall.
Outside the window, one lonely barrel was kept
to catch rain while we were awake
and while we slept.
The enchanted chair stood alone
where I sat, not made of stone.
The cherished sands of time
dripped through an hourglass.
With you there, endless reflections from the past.