I dream the most at dawn beneath the bowers
When skies are shedding sweet, autumnal showers
Where silence, she’s serene, as yet unshattered
And leaves around my feet sleep on unscattered
I dream in black and white and never colour
And you may say that grayscale is far duller
Than pigment – though I think it’s overrated
And monochrome will never be outdated
I dream, and dream I dream is no illusion
For fate sometimes can force fantastic fusion
Of lovers lost who’ve long-since left lamenting
In dream I see their hearts and souls cementing
And yes, I am derided for my dreaming
Since cynics say that I am really scheming
That vision that I see I’ll bring to life
Steal back my stolen dream girl for my wife!