between the days that follow on each other
there's a space in your nights only for me
and sometimes, losing yourself in a dream
you would gladly forsake it all
and abandon yourself to me;
it's of your soul a separate space
over which you have no control,
a dream of madness
free of reality;
a dream that yearns for a life
you can never provide
that joining heaven with hell
dies at the break of dawn
Copyright, 2007: Gloria Gay