Although I am sleeping
Or maybe I am dreaming
They touch me with their fingers
And their o dour lingers
Sometime for hours
Through heavy showers
And they stay till morning
Till its light and there’s sunshine
 [bad word] as I get warmer
And dance across my pillow
They go in spiral whispers
They are perfect listeners
I tell them all my secrets
They feed me tea and biscuits
It’s a final union like the first day of creation

I gave my soul to someone
They told me they would keep it
And when I was finished
I’d know just where to find it
But they were lying
Because my eyes were open
And I have spoken