Solitude, a time for memories, a time to dream, a time for passions to simmer quietly in the dark recesses of the mind, eager to fly yet merely reflections in the minds eye...

Whether sunrise or sunset, it heralds a new opportunity to dream...

I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins...

Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, when your lips touched my body, while mapping the skincape unfolding beneath your breath leaving a ripple of mesmerising carnal pleasures, lingering in my veins...Or maybe you are not...

...and the day will come...Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream...