When you slumber, free from reality
With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft
The images come, unrestrained, welcome
Of days gone by or a longed for future
Complete liberty to construct your view
Of a World that beckons your aching soul
Do you face the fear that binds you: regret
Or are you, in that moment, cleansed, reborn?
What do you dream when night comes to claim you?
When you become, once more, all that you hide
I dream of the day I first saw your face
I dream of the day I’ll hold you again
I dream of you, my love, I dream of you.