Struck by lightning and I wonder if you are dreaming about me while you sleep, crisp white gown draped across your body, grey floors and pale blue walls, the hum of lights, soft flashes of red light, the ripple left by a still stream of drops, and all I can see is your rough unshaven face, and all I can think is do you dream about me while you sleep?

While I sleep you come to me in a dream, nothing but the wind carrying leaves through the park, I open my mouth to call your name, it felt like a wave crashing into my chest, not even a whisper could escape my lips, I stretched out my hand to touch you, you were so close but I couldn't move fast enough for you were gone, while I slept you left me in a dream.

While we sleep do we dream of the life we could have, the places we could roam to our feet grew sore, how many concerts we could have swayed at, how many children we could have named raised and sent to college, all of the nights we could have spent hand in hand by the fire, while we sleep do we dream about our life together?

While the city sleeps does it dream of its people, who will walk through the park, will they be in love, who will sit in the heaven kissing buildings, who will work till dinner, who will fight for their life in the building or someone give life, who counts the days bonded by Justice and steel, while the city sleeps what does it dream about it people?

But while the universe sleeps all I want to know is what will tomorrow dream?