flawless, perpetual, languid nights
dreams, oh dreams, my dreams sublime
vague, but I remember he who ignites
the flame, comes like a whisper, like poetry and rhyme
he, who had me dancing under the florescent lights
he, who is a dream beyond the boundaries of time
sweet and addictive, he whose very sight brings me delight!
NOTE: something different for a change.. enough dark and depressing stuff. :’D
PS there aint no He yet.