DAY or NIGHT? In lucid mome’s, expectant dream,
You are there; all smiles stream,
And all is calm, and vision’s bright.
I see your eyes throughout the night.
I see your face; I see your form.
You are all. I see a storm,
Of white and blond, of skin and hair.
My vision’s filled.
Filled so bright.
I know ’tis you.
The one adored is full and new.
And radiating love and light.
It could be day; it could be night.