Walking in the thrill of a dream
like a whisper on the wind of chance,
a rustle in my memory, you become
the bright star of the future.
We walk together, wisps of thought,
spirits blazing in the dark of forever,
so brilliant, shining, so intense,
that for a moment we can touch.
Little wonder that when I awaken,
bleary-eyed, still tired from walking,
I resent the glow of daylight, briefly,
as the dawn cuts us apart.