In my darkest loneliest nights
I have joyous visions
and sweet ethereal dreams
of what love should be.
When my eyes close at night
no nightmares come to frighten
my weary and worn soul.
Only the sweetest dreams come
my way to show me what love
is supposed to be.
As I rest through the cold dark
hours of the evening only glorious
dreams of love light my heart
and fill my uneasy mind with peace.
For by day I am a cold calculating
loveless man searching for the
pleasant identity of love's
presence in my restless world.
Donavon Scott Vinson
