Are the dreams that we hold dear always true to our hearts?
Fabrications of things wanted once and then forgotten?
Or do they stay with us forever, until time immemorial?
My own dreams hold only fantasies, wished for things but never reality
Do you not think that is wiser?
To dream of things that may never be, to dream of what makes our hearts happy
Wishes that let us drift as we sleep, lost in time
Better to wish for things and keep them in the night, close at hand
rather than to lose them as the sun rises
Love, I have dreamed of you so often, I forget the time and place
But the color of your eyes, the touch of your hand never leaves my mind
Even when I wake