I walk the streets
Not for money, but a dream.
I stand still, and stare, as your face emerges
Through the tiny gaps 
Between the falling rain.

Not a day goes by and
Not a night in my dreams.
That I do not reach out to touch your lips,
Smiling, effortlessly,
So close to mine.

Perchance to talk, to whisper words,
"I want you to be mine."
I want your light to burn bright,
In my dreams...
...And in my life.

I want the fire
Between us to roar.
I want to be engulfed
By your hottest flames,
From the depths of your soul.

And one day you will be
By my side, holding hands.
Dressed in virgin white,
Your aura hiding the lust and need,
That overflows your heart.

Together we will make the music flow,
We will hit the highest
Of those erotic notes,
As our bodies entwine like ice and fire.
And our lust melts to the colour of darkest desire.

And when everything is calm, 
When the flames rise 
And our bodies left to smoulder.
And in the quiet of the night, as I look at you,
I dream the Blind Man's dream.