Jovial and brief, this kind of
Fleeting journey
With no place in mind
Phrases soft-spoken
Face-to-face, to find
Each wonderful moment
Better than the last
The brevity is astonishing
Each laugh passes, speed, fast
While thoughts are on time,
Time is not
Following the ticks of the internal clock
Though sleep may elude
Each night, like a mime
Captured in an invisible box
When able to come free
Is what it means to dream