My tired eyes awake in the morning,

sunlight filtering through my opened window.

Waves of kind wind brush my cheek,

coloring my face a light pink shade.

Oh! I remember my dream!

There was blue sand along the streets

And angry red crabs danced in it brilliantly!

Oh! There was something else too!

A young, beautiful woman in a dress…

But the dress I do not recall the color of.

Oh! How the day was so bright!

Or was it a dark, starry night?

Just as soon as I seize these nightly images,

they float away into the morning sunrise,

leaving behind a trail of frail flowers

far too fragile for me to grasp.