You were such a vivid dream last night, that I awoke in a sweat of love.
Exhausted in thought, my mind grew out of control.
Where was I to find you admidst my wavy silky sheets?
Surely the avenues between us could be oceans.
How neurotic to think that you'd be searching for me from atop the mountains of Corsica,
or the Golfo dei Poeti, with binoculars that would find me gathering dreamland dew, with reflections of your face.
I would hear you calling out in exaltation, Mon Amour! Amore Mio!
...but knowingly and delicately, my reality would continue to tread the clouds of airy fantasy.