Can I dare to dream again of happy moments left afar those moonlit nights those wonderful days, of unseen, unknown love coming my way
Those dreams we Shared each little fear we dared Only to be washed away by just a sway Leaving behind a scar that none can see Your gift on Valentine’s day Scarring me forever My love filled world blown away
But I can feel and so will you For we shared a Dream What dreams should I dream now When my dreams are all dead
But can I dare to dream again? Or this is the end?
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon