Lying down flat,
my heart beats slow.
The fan moves the heavy air,
and my room has nothing to show.
Lucid dreams to unveil
velvet kisses, sweet details
to see your shadow dance,
to take me to you in a trance.
What will come first, I dare not say
you visiting my unholy imagination,
or the cruel dawn of day?
This feeling I will not fight,
for you are glitter and gold,
and you brighten my darkest night.