Don't let me dream tonight of wasted past,
tinged with regret that fills my sleeping world.
Of boundless empty black,
swollen with the heat of a long extinguished fire.
Just let me travel to the farthest reaches of the future,
contemplate the life I can see.
An expectant source of colour that enriches the spirit,
from collisions with all the tomorrows.

(c) 21 December 1998 1:47, Fnagaton