Twilight Whispers Poems
Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing ...
What would you do, if every time you wanted
a favour, there was no one to help?
What would you do, if you needed a shoulder
to cry on, and there was no one to help?
Who would you turn to, if you needed direction
and you were stranded in the middle of a desert?
Who would you turn to, if one day you found
yourself terribly alone?
Where would you run to, when everyone