Dreaming of woman from increasingly distant spaces
Breathing their faintly fading pheromones
Cleverly placed upon my pillow
While I am away fighting the battles of great men's children
Clear visions of life times spent with women outlined in millions of withering suns
All balanced on a thin wire waxing and waning between unexplainable happiness and impenetrable sadness
Feelings so strong that upon awakening
Eyelash size bits of me are left behind

(With the dropping grains of sand in a hour glass
So to one day my entire being will be left behind)