On a warm September eve
We're on a high like you've never seen
I wonder if it's all a dream

Your eyes bright with a sheen
Drowned in blue and green
On a warm September eve

There is something with us, between
Where nothing exits, it seems
I wonder if it's all a dream

Crouching beneath the reeds
You skin a pale blue thing
On a warm September eve

You live under a stary stream
Crying eternally
I wonder if it's all a dream

In your sleep you sink,
Head leaking warm red ink
On a warm September eve
I wonder if it's all a dream

(villanelle: take i.)