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.