Dear John, last eve, in dreams, you came to sight,
In your Corvette, under the moon’s soft light.
With cigar lit, you seemed so serene,
As if poised for a journey, unseen.
In your hands, the time unit powered,
With every boot, a new moment flowered.
Clicking noises, like whispers in the night,
A prelude to a journey, a temporal flight.
Around me, reality began to blur,
A dream, an echo, of what was and were.
A bright flash, sudden as a star’s flare,
Blinded me, a radiant glare.
Awakened, I longed for the dream’s embrace,
To glimpse again your time-traveler’s grace.
Tonight, I hope, you’ll visit in a dream’s while,
With your timeless journey, and gentle smile.