In wakefulness, I imagine without end,
following a loquacious and unparalleled intent,
making a portent with dexterity,
in the randomness of torment, finding beauty.
Kissing your lips of burning candy,
enjoying in a prodigal and enveloping dream,
a dream world where everything is possible,
where desire becomes impossible.
Awake but still in that dream I am,
sailing on waves of pleasure and stream,
between whispers of the silent night,
my mind in your universe trapped.
I imagine and feel, awake in illusion,
an instant of ecstasy, pure emotion,
a dream that I awake longing to prolong,
in the magic of this endless love.
