I dream of butterflies and mots in the flame,
of tracks of dragons in the hot sand,
I dream of talking about my wishes without shame,
of walking proudly into the peaceful land.

I dream of forever blooming flowers,
of trees that are always full with cherries.
I dream of to nowhere reaching rainbows with pots of gold in the end,
of a basket filled with fresh cut grass someone carries.

I dream of a perfect night sky with sparkling stars,
of cute little puppies that never grow old.
I dream of peace and freedom and happiness,
of everything I have been told.

I dream of your eyes looking over my body,
of your tender hands that hold me tight.
I dream of you being here with me,
of walking with you into the light.

I dream of waking up with you by my side,
of having you walk right next to me.
I dream of looking into the stars so bright,
and realize what love means thee.

I know I should stop dreaming,
for my dreams are not meant to be.
What I have considered dreams,
now belongs to history.

I had it all and even more,
but I couldn't make it stay.
I look at my hurting hands so sore,
I let it slip away.

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