DreamWalker pre-dawn purple stealing through eyes not yet awake not quite asleep dream haze and day mingle you are there in the waving umber fire eyes burning promises into the subconscious of my soul... there in the turning of night in dreams you come to stir dormant passions in cold embers you come as whispers carried on soft honeysuckled wind -- sweet and fragrant in the candle's glow of rising sun you reach your hand for me but I have slumbered too long counting wheat stalks with impatience blinking into dawn I turn sadly away... your fading countenance a testament to my hesitation Oh, night, stay! Dreamwalker -- return....