My disconnected, uncontrolled, crazy thoughts,
invade my sleep, turn into dreams,
burst into the night and dominate my sleeping body.
Struggling to impose a will that has been denied before,
who thought she was lost
and rejected by the logic of life already almost hopelessly ended,
my helpless body surrenders and no longer resists.
There is no logic in the invasion of dreams
for real fantasy.
Nor is there any logic
in wanting the impossible.
In the morning,,
waking you up will send my dreams