I met you lurking in the night 
in dreamscape lands 
from Dali's brush. 
  
More of a shadow than a man 
fracturing my world apart 
with ideas I've never had. 
  
In the early morning mist, 
the garden stood alone. 
Bathing in the newest sunrise, 

one voice broke the silence.
Singing out, soon, more joined in.
Songs echoed across the crisp air.
 
all the singers were dressed up 
in their elegant attire, 
rivaled only by the blooming 
flowers in the garden below.

Lies that seem so true
reflect in the mirror 
from an innocent smile. 
  
I never smile back 
but you don't seem to care 
as you dwell in my thoughts, 
uninvited.