In dreams distance is all fiction
The hope that drives the muse
Could you catch a falling angel?
Only to watch her fly away?
Or with what ever happened
Would you take all of the blame?
But this is more than just protection
Its a personal invitation
To take another chance
And roll another die
To start to live a dream
As only two can do.
In dreams distance is all fiction
The hope that drives the muse
When oxygen is archaic
Cast-off from a past age
When Distance is a plaything
And Oceans our private stage
Then two uncarved shapes
Lost and all alone
Who were pulled from the same mould
And cracked apart at birth
Can finally come together
And sculpt each others hearts
Plaster over all the cuts
And rub out all the bruises
Engrave each others faces
With smiles,
Untouched,
Unique,
And alive.
In distant fiction dreams
