Every night
I leave today behind
By going far away
To other lands
And other times.
In the course
Of eight hours
I fly
On the back
Of Pegasus,
Have a romance
With a faceless lover
From my past
(Or is he from
My future?),
And find myself singing
Before a cheering crowd
Inside
The Sydney Opera House.
I only return
When sunlight invades
My bedroom
And draws me,
Often resisting,
Back to the present
Where I reluctantly rise
And greet
The prosaic reality
Of my life
With a sigh
And a promise
To journey again...
Tonight.