I love to dream,
So much so that when the moon proudly rises against an inky sky,
My eyes are wide open with questions and sleep does not come quick.
I try chasing away my runnings thoughts,
But their currents are too strong,
So I let myself be taken away to where they bring me,
And after a long journey of just listening,
The flow of my thoughts turns into the fabric of dreams.
I love to dream.
Yesterday I dreamt I could fly,
And sometimes in my waking life, I feel I can too.
My heart reaches the sky when I live something wonderful
In both realities, the world can be so small and so big.
I love to dream.
