your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.