dream. when the day is through
dream. that's the thing to do

He would climb up my ladder
Into my room, he would run
Right in the middle way of the moon
Long after bed time of the sun

Straight into my arms
He would lay his head comfortably on my chest
In silence of just rain drops
And two hearts beat
We both shall rest.

A love story begins
And shines through the night
Oh, a thousands nights

I'm sitting by the waiting stone
Writing haiku on my walls again

Peaceful darkness wraps around
He caresses my skin
My back

On my shoulder he had just found
He puts a lustful kiss
Up my neck  

A love story begins
I wish to never see the next day

Is he up there yet, on my ladder?
Or should I send this dream away?