Do you dream of me?
Last night I dreamt, again, of you -
the kind of dream that shivers
between imagination and reality.
Maybe our dreams, tinged by the rose
of dawn, will embrace
hovering in that magical space
where we compose our lives.
Where truth blends seamlessly
across boundaries, unlimited by reality;
where desire soars and hands reach out
unshackled from the cuffs of conscience;
where a thousand blind eyes watch the fire
of passion igniting our minds;
where sanity and madness combust
and silent voices shout aloud;
where angels fly unheralded
waiting to be seen
and oceans pause as the earth tilts
unexpectedly ;
where we conduct our own music
imprinting notes on the dewy air
whose echoes are remembered
in the morning;
maybe then we will wake and find, in our own unreality
reality.
