Of linden honeyed smell,
Wraps around my silent thoughts.
Only the creaky tram bell
Disturbs the night with electrified shots.

Someone cuddling while asleep,
And I will too surrender to a dream,
For a stop or three.

In my fanciful dream
I’m in lush green,
Carried by water stream.
It’s like I’m still fourteen…

But the tram stops…

Now awoken, with drowsy frown
I left into the night.
On streets of my town,
I saw no familiar light…