You: the faceless woman who appears in my dreams each night, clad in starlight and with skin the colour of a sunrise. Me: the eternal sleeper, wreathed in soft cotton and tangled in bed sheets. Each night I lie enraptured as you whisper poetry to me, gentle words in a language I do not know tumbling gracefully from lips I never see. Words that twist and dance through me. Words that contain the meaning of the universe. Words that are forgotten upon waking each morning.
Please be there again tonight. This tine, I will understand. This time, I will remember.