When sleep finally came,
I had several dreams of you last night.
I felt like I slept for years.
You were there. Alone. And mine.
There can be no moon whiter than the one shining on me when I am this close to you,
While I withstand the immense sadness of you parting in a while.
In this dream, my night was dressed with sparkling gold,
Wearing the mist of a certain fading rain.
It was that time when the air was just with right mix of the earth's releasing warmth and the cold breeze of an overtaking wind.
Love has never been more seductive and addictive. Irritatingly irresistible.
To the sensation brought by the currents running through me as my skin collides with yours.
And the more I touch you, the more sensitive I become.
We are one great series of dreams.