Dreams of Amsterdam


I see it in my dreams

My vision of the perfect city

It wades through my dark thoughts

Like a shining mass of something pretty


I walk down Leidseplein  

Humming tunes I have barely heard

Showing my favorite friend around

The city’s night time herds


I walk into Van Gogh’s world

Out into the glistening dusk

I even saw the De Wallen

Spreading around in a friendly lust


And when my lazy morning breathes on me

I wake up with a rare shy smile

My dreams of darkness have given away

For I know I have left Amsterdam only for a while….