Each night I rush off to sleep
In hopes that I'll dream of you
Bring on the land of slumber
In which I'll be enveloped

To dream the dreams
Constructions of the human mind
Reality in a rare, fine quality
Scattered in small doses

Images of things not done
those we've still to do
And even some of the past
days and hours relived

But despite the splendor
of you captured in my head
I find also that awakening
holds a new day to spend with you

With all in consideration
all in account
I rush to go to sleep, to dream
to wake and encounter some future dream