I am the text that tip-toes gently down your screen late in the night,
soft rhyming of the longings, and the dreams we hold... those hopes, so bright.
Perhaps, to tug a heart-string... strike a chord... bring memories back to you,
a dream you may have had... may want to have...
no-one, but you can know.

Anonymous in Cyber-font; I can be almost anything
that you would like me to be, for you;
whatever you may want... I'll bring
into your dreams...
your friend... your lover; there is nothing I can't be
for you...
a wild romance, perhaps?
Some sweet and secret fantasy?

I may well be the Evening Star you wished on, when your heart was sad;
I may well be the whisper in the wind... perhaps, the one you had
imagined you had heard sometime...
when you felt you were quite alone,
and no-one cared; come, touch my thoughts...
entwine them with those of your own.

For I can weave a Grand Romance for you... just open up your mind
and let me come to you in dreams;
who knows what magic, there... we'll find?
Come, fly with me into the night;
to where... is really up to you;
shall I become some secret, longed-for lover
for an hour or so?

Or, perhaps... re-light some old flame fondly held, close in your heart?
whatever you want... it is yours...
because, here is the clever part...
You can abandon me, so quickly...
that's just one keystroke away;
or, cut and paste me to a file,
to come again... another day.

For, I am always out there in the night...
and you can come to me,
and share my thoughts and feelings... and my dreams,
quite unconditionally;
and, when you feel sad, or lonely...
then, in dreams, again we'll meet:
and when you've had enough of me...
you just press Alt... Control... Delete.