I wake in a dream
And I am spinning myself
On the dancefloor
Reaching my arms up
To the night sky
The music is playing
And I am smiling
I am dizzy with
The joy of the night
When I awake
And I am still
In the dream
Though I am still
Sleeping
Those dreams
Within a dream
Really catch me
Off guard when
I’m not quite sure
What is real and
What is the dream
And then I wake up
And the dream lingers
In my consciousness
Not quite there
But not yet gone
Like mist on a lake
Before
Sublimation
And the joy lingers
Behind
And invites me in
And I keep it
As a souvenir
Of the dream
That was more than
A dream
But just shy
Of
Reality
As of yet
And that,
My friend,
Is how my day begins.
