неделя, 6 май 2012 г.

Dreaming


The dreams I dreamed were never dreamed,
The dreaming of my dreams was so esteemed.
The dream of last night was so incomplete,
I can’t wait for tonight to have it all dreamed.

It started with an old dream that once was reached,
Somewhere, with someone on an empty beach.
The dream was so real, I was lost in the sand,
It almost killed me just before reaching the end.

But in the time the end did never come,
So now that dream my life has become.
The dreams I dream are so esteemed
They keep me floating in the life-stream