Stars shoot across the midnight sky And the drunkards shout outside my window, Screaming about nonsense that I don’t hear, Because I am dreaming . . .
Behind my lids lies blackness, But in front of my eyes I see wonderful sights; I am an adventurer, strong and fearless. I have wings.
I am me, unhindered by this-worldly chains - Chains like time and space and gravity (Which together are quite a tragedy) – Watching as the universe unfolds.
Suspended in mid-air, haunted by places of the past And impossible visions of an invisible future, I see faces familiar and faces strange, Mixing the stages of a conscious life.
Snuggled in the warmth of my worn blankets, I feel the comfort of your unseen arms around me, Holding me tight in my dream-world bright In a corner of indiscernible dark.
I watch as the plot unwinds and thickens And disappears again to a timeline surreal. But the adventure grows stronger and the will more determined And I watch more vividly as my consciousness begins to stir.
But before the war is won and the kiss received, Before I say the words unspoken, Before I die a victim of tragic death, The wish remains unwished.
My eyes open and I’m left to the sound of alarm And the light of a morning too bright. My heart is beating fast, captivated By the wish it made that can never come true.
A smile alights my waking-up face, Remembering fondly the adventures of my mind. But the day is to begin and will take from my memory The dream that has already disappeared.