I have met her 
 in a dream I had 
 twenty springs ago 
 and every night since then 
 
 she is timeless 
 with fair blond hair 
 as tall as I am 
 eyes as warm as her smile 
 
 sometimes she runs 
 and I have to chase 
 through the scenes of my 
 wild and endless dreams 
 
 sometimes she sings 
 songs that I would write 
 words that I would say 
 when I wake up next day 
 
 To see my dreamborn muse 
 I sleep with an excuse 
 I despise the sun 
 And morning with all my heart