That stranger in your dreams,

who remains unseen,

has captured your heart,

even though you be synapses apart.

He wanders your dreams,

ripping your heart at the seams,

letting your dream-blood flow,

without stop, while he watches, still aglow.

But soon the fading begins,

like walking towards an endless horizon, he thins…

Until there’s nothing left.

Devastated, you wake, though you know not why.

You feel like you’ve said an important goodbye.

To whom? The mystery fails to unwind.

Though it snakes its way perpetually through your mind.

You sing to yourself – a sad lullaby, for this feeling that ran so deep.

A melancholy tune for that phantom who haunts your sleep and leaves you bereft.

A dreamer alone.