Dreams of Abandoned child

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