You were such a vivid dream last night, 
that I awoke in a sweat of love. 

Exhausted in thought, my mind grew out of control. 

Where was I to find you amidst my wavy, silky sheets? 
Surely, the avenues between us could be oceans.

How neurotic to think you'd be searching for me,

from atop the mountains of Corsica or the Golfo dei Poeti 
with binoculars that would find me gathering dreamland dew,

with reflections of your face.

You would call out in exaltation, Mon Amour! Amore Mio! 
but knowingly and delicately, 

my reality would continue to tread the clouds of airy fantasy.