What Dream May Come Poem by Gianni Pintus

In my dearest dreams,
flying way up high,
through the land of clouds,
and the barrier of sound.

flying the cloudy mountains,
climbing the rough peaks,
fighting devils with lightning
where the angels dare I seek,

but best of all, I see the night fall,
it thrills me, see my angel call
it turning me on, deep inside me,
but the last dragon now may leave,

and when I come back down to earth,
I never say a thing, I just make it worth,
What really puzzle me is this desolation,
What give me streght is all our emotions