Vividly you creep through the doors of
my dreams. I've never seen you face but I know it's breath taking.
Who are you? Perhaps fate wont be so cruel and I'll meet you...and
even if I don't I'll see you in the fields of my imagination again.
Is it odd to love someone you haven't even met? Or think of someone
constantly when they may not even exist? Perhaps...I've lost it. But
perhaps not. Maybe the rails of our minds intertwined and you dream
of me as well. You may lay awake some nights pondering who I am,
where I'm from and what I'm like. Yes, maybe.