The talk

                              of      the        day
         is always a blur                        to  me.
    I'm always under  its                               gaze.
   I prefer the song of the night.
  When the stars are  out,
and the moon is high,
 I know my time is nigh.
 For I know I walk along
   side the night, side by side.
        Hand in hand. My
               beautiful day is a             luminous       
                        night.    And                      I     
                                           drift...


                                                ­                  Upon the Wings of a Dream