At night they come to me,
they beg to set them free.
They hold me by my hand,
I follow their command.

They whisper in my ear,
then softly disappear.
I find them on my lips,
then on my finger tips.

They bring me sleepless nights,
take me to brand new heights.
and what a sweet surrender,
when on a date with splendor!

I guess it's a poet's fate,
to dream and to create,
and to obey his only lords,
the most beloved words.