A useless apparition,
a ghostly vision,
a premonition,
a graveyard,
a ghost,
a fading flower,
amidst the beauty of others,
that are still alive in the garden, of Eden,
the garden of Eden,
beautiful scenery and feelings,
a lake with a swan gliding upon it,
a ballerina pirouetting,
oh such, strange dreams,
strange dreams or fantasies or past memories,
oh, how mixed up they can be,
and how quick to disappear when you are awake,
visions and dreams gone in the blink of an eye,
as you rub the sleep dust away and yawn at the skies,
dreams, dreams gone away quicker than a wink.