I can still see your face,
an angelic vision in my mind.
The darkness cloaks me,
but your skin glows
and your radiant figure
moves swiftly across the room,
tip-toes into bed and rests right next to mine.

Even with my eyes closed,
I still see you, and you are mine.

At least until the dream ends
and the lights flicker in;

*come nightfall, we'll meet again.