Your Nocturnal visit

Your Nocturnal visit

I know for sure this visit,

is too nice to be real.

But deep down I pretend then

It is nice to be dual.

How can a dream be so clear?

A visage with a classy earring

Beside the Kirk watching her,

can never be tiring.

When I see the ticking clock

my legs run into a fidget.

I leap for her hand in vain

on this nocturnal visit

I offer my soul to the devil

But there is nothing he can assist

and now I lie awake

with my hands stretched in a fist