I dreamed of her last night;
I thought about her in the morning;
My night-time world is a wonderful playground, where sleeping delights my insights; where all can be and nothing cannot, where my body rests and my mind plays with my soul like two children without worry.
It’s where she is; my thoughts of her.
Daytime takes her from me, and nighttime brings me to her.
I am a tragic survivor of the past.
A long lost lover – yearning see her, to know her, to sleep.
Alas, only in dreams, we are we truly free.