Budding sprouts, begging for some attention,
Ripe for the plucking, call out to the night:
Oh, Sweet Dream, bring her back into my sight;
Catch her thoughts, and relieve this strange tension
Caught in my senses at the mere mention
Of her name; she’s become my shining light,
Lessening the darkness and the fright
In my heart caused by discord, dissension.
All I want is to feel her gentle touch
Nipping at the ice which surrounds my
Days and fills up my lonely midnight hours.
Yes, Sweet Dream, come outside of me with such
Orgasmic delight that my love may sigh
Up to the heavens’ bright golden towers.