Nightmares To Dreams

When the day is running out of its breath, I, myself, live in shades of gray and black And welcome the nightmares waiting in bed Beautiful ghosts and pictures of Lilac Come here, you call, I remember your voice The soft calling, the visions of color I heard once before in my days of joy You held me close and you made me calmer So, my love, I awoke from my nightmare No longer wrapped in its cold agony Although you remained mostly unaware Now it’s our love that’s in its infancy. The nights are now gone with the black and gray, Bright beautiful colors stream through the shades.