Your dream gets in my dream whenever wants. There is no any other power able to control it. There is no prescribed mechanism to forbid it. The bewildering joy and the groggy happiness are dominating both dreams. Mine and yours... ⋯ The key to explore a dream in a dream, belongs  only to beautiful people. The rest can only hope. But hope is perverse. And botch the appearance. And sometimes, steps on everything, arrogantly, aiming for having even what wasn't meant for it. ⋯ It whispered my instinct, verified by all my souls which live in my soul and nourish my entire being. ⋯ All the souls of my soul possess their own source. Dream has its soul. Why do you think I dream‽ Writing, too... But so has the laughing. And so on... ...the Love. Why do you think I love, and I'm loved‽ Why your dream gets in my dream as it please···‽ ⋯ (giggling), (mysteriously blooming), (kissing... me)

every chance I get i look for you in memories the thoughts' lips burn‥ demanding to be kissed... next to memories lay lust‥ wants the entire fairy tale words get suffocate‥ grope in longing's wounds how many seasons expired while hopes lost their shine like a coup de foudre questions jet into my mind i feel the color of your eyes smiling at me, clandestine your dreams roll down here, where the talk doesn't exist the poetry constructs you as it wants‥ (lovin' you‥)

to not sit around and miss you I conceived you out of verses as you never did to love me, yours to be over the centuries to not sit around and miss you, I turned to you my love tenfold forevermore me yours to be the morning-star of the first light and every night the veil of stars to not sit around and miss you all your dreams became the facts in such a beauty incarnated that nor a god has peace, no more to not sit around and miss you, every little thing and music invaded my longing smoothly painting my hopes splendid

I'll go on a ride through your memories. If I get lost, relax. I'll find the clue which keeps our spirit tighten up connected. If not, snap your fingers, I'll come running. Don't panic. We gonna straighten it out.

Shhh... Keep quiet... Are my whispers heard? Not?! In this case, time didn't come yet to get me out of your dream... Shhh... Keep sleeping I must sail under false colors for other wolves not ripping the metaphors of what we are when we howl at each other. Keep quiet... Keep sleeping... Keep shushing. Keep wolfy pace. Dream of me suggestively. I'll keep howlin' for you, coded.