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Dream.


Dream.

A dream, the sky, a star has fallen from its reign
Giving one wish as death is not always in vain

“So speak, my dear, from the bottom of your heart,
Tell me your dream from which you never part!”

“I wish just for.. a woman, thought blind could see more light than me
And touch my heart with gentleness that I still have to see

To listen to the tales of false glory that we often tell
Yet never speak of mountains that she climbed and fell,
However, whisper, just for me, the paths she took and where they led
For that`s the story of how we have met and wed.

To be.. a mother, for the child that, she never had,
And to return with kindness everything that`s bad,

To face, with courage, all that life will throw and be
Yet smile in its face how it`s supposed to be.

Whose heart is pure and forever warm,
To ‘embrace the cold like friends who were once sworn..
To be the light, the future and the way
With whom with love I will forever stay.”

A dream, a wish, a star that fell to earth
Yet a new light has taken birth:

My light, my star, my wish, my dream
My love was born from deep within.
“Your wish, the dream from which you never part,
Now stands before you with a beating heart!”

“I wish, my love, for everything you give,
To love you every second that I`ll live..
For every step you take will never be alone
As I will stand by you in all that is unknown.

I know.. my promise.. will never be enough
But I will hold you when the winds are rough!
For every step that we will make together,
Will bring us closer to forever!”


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