In the middle of the night

I awoke and thought of you.

Now, here’s the thing:

 

I’ve never been a dreamer.

I’ve never fluttered to sleep

With visions of far off lands

 

Or nearby waters.

When you close

Your eyes to static,

 

You can’t wish your way

To a life where you’re

Dreaming in Monet.

 

But in the dead of night,

My mind awakened and

You were my first thought.

 

So if I could dream

Of wonderful things,

I’d dream of you a lot.