Its only in dreams
where we do what we want to
meet whom we want to
talk to whoever we want to
its here that i meet
the people i like the most...
People like you
These are places i like to get lost into...
And do that which pleases me
places where the sun rises and sets with me..
Places where i meet you...
Now if only dreams were true
then things would be wonderful
if only they were tangible..
then i would be meeting you each day
And even if i cant see you in person..
to think that i can meet u in my dreams
gives me so much joy and unfathomed peace...
And each day ends and the night sets in...
I long for the dream
And as i get to bed for the nights rest...
I try to envisage..
How your beauty will shine on this dull night...
As u come to meet me..
In my little world
my little lonely world of dreams
our world...
Our beautiful world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when dreaming, we create our own world.. thanks for sharing, Rebecca