I had a dream of a quiet room, in semi darkness as the hours of the night take over the day. I had a dream of a strange hand, which was yours, holding mine and guiding me to a sleeping bag in a corner. You smile at me and talk to me. What are you saying? I can see you lips moving but I can’t hear your words. I see you so clearly, the darkness doesn’t seem to touch you.
You have a Beatles haircut and I love it!