| Night's Illusions It seems it is all a dream A pleasant mishmash of confusion I was fine when I went to sleep Now the pictures flash like an illusion Beauty of body very bold Images sharp over laid in folds Sensuous, desirable, a story told A woman's beauty never grows old The gentle brush of scented hair Color, thoughts flashing about Warmth and excitement fill the air How will this dream work out? Another flash, a clashing sound The alarm set to kill dreams Brilliant images falling all around Back to sleep, should I try? Try learn the girls name? Get up and start my day? I suspect I'll never be the same Not after meeting, the girls with no name |