Tonight I will dream the strangest dreams.
I will say not "I am" but "I am yours"
For otherwise the statement is merely axiomatic.
Tonight I will dream the strangest dreams
And the absolute exists within the relative
Which exists within the absolute.
I will say not, "Do I dare" but "I am alive"
And "I recognize" and "I know" and most importantly
"I love therefore I am."
Do I need to say the I before I can say I love you?
Or is love the bridge between I and You that makes both come to life?
Tonight I will dream strangest dreams
And in my delirious expectation
Will arise a palace of love
From which will be glimpsed a new world.
Tonight I will dream strangest dreams
Of a cobweb that will shine itself through me
And with its unrelenting viscosity reveal to the world the creatures
it holds. It is not I
It is not you
It is not everything and nothing
It is just life spread between tree limbs and flapping in the wind
Ensnaring what flies.
Only today
This evening
As the sun goes down over the Potomac
I will tell you
How tonight I will dream the strangest dreams
About love that lives through us both
And illuminates souls with its light.

http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/poems.htm

Tonight I will dream the strangest dreams.
I will say not "I am" but "I am yours"
For otherwise the statement is merely axiomatic.
Tonight I will dream the strangest dreams
And the absolute exists within the relative
Which exists within the absolute.
I will say not, "Do I dare" but "I am alive"
And "I recognize" and "I know" and most importantly
"I love therefore I am."
Do I need to say the I before I can say I love you?
Or is love the bridge between I and You that makes both come to life?
Tonight I will dream strangest dreams
And in my delirious expectation
Will arise a palace of love
From which will be glimpsed a new world.
Tonight I will dream strangest dreams
Of a cobweb that will shine itself through me
And with its unrelenting viscosity reveal to the world the creatures it holds.
It is not I
It is not you
It is not everything and nothing
It is just life spread between tree limbs and flapping in the wind
Ensnaring what flies.
Only today
This evening
As the sun goes down over the Potomac
I will tell you
How tonight I will dream the strangest dreams
About love that lives through us both
And illuminates souls with its light.

http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/poems.htm