He dreams in colors heartbreakingly bold,
And shares images with her sleepy mind.
Of fruits crimson and flowers sparkling gold
And of all the wonders he left behind.

Barefoot and voice hushed he tells her his dreams
Painting pictures with words in midnight air.
He takes her through real and fantastic scenes
Describing hues, both exotic and fair.

Oh how she wonders what tonight will hold
What inks he will color upon her eye.
And if on this night she will be so bold
To finally set free her choking sigh:

– What colors should I wish my self to be
So someday you will wake, dreaming of me?