Come to the light, let go of the night.
Come to my bed and unzip my head.
_Then will you see with your eyes;
Luxuries!
Luxuries of memories.
That I keep.

Fantasies!
Fantasies in galaxies.
That I reap.
Each is my treasure.
They give me pleasure.

But,
a memory shines and reaches the skies.
Stand on beaches and see with your eyes.
Because it's real and what I need.
In fact, It makes me feel surreal indeed.

For real!
Real and surreal.
A memory of her tales,
is flavory than fairytales.