Dreaming of black and white landscapes,
Where shadows emerge and disappear.
The sun shines in unusual places.
Clocks are striking randomly.
The water flowed backward.
Every shape, every figure a whisper.
A cool, thin wisp of air.
The sun shines through them like a ghost.
Oh how beautiful.
Oh how breath taking.
I am happily engulfed in this dream scape.
This nighttime frolic.
The image all goes white.
Like a seance in the dark.
I hear your voice and we laugh.
I wake up and feel splendid.
The day is light and tangy.
What it was we talked about I don't remember.
But oh, how I wish I'd visit the dream scape once more.
