Treasure Island

Gengis Capote

(October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

A Dream


I've found a dream-girl
in a dreamland
amongst dreamers
to notice I was her dream.

And dream we have
as true love we feel
and feel with thoughts we do
and never have I felt closer to my perfect dream
as the way I hold her body in my mind.

She holds me as I do her
yet we live afar
our hearts beat as one
each beat beats for her
and each step is to reach her.

I dreamed this dream all my life
and carry her within me before I met her
I knew how she would be
as she knew how I was.

Before I found her I given up my search
though now that I know her
I believe in dreams
and believe in her
No longer it's a dream to us
but a reality most people dream
and seldom ever find.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010

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