With sober clarity, I am convinced,

All around us the world is made of dreams.

We control them, like some magical prince,

And by us too they can burst from their seams.

 

Some people dream in beds that are lofty,

Where echoes come back and meet them daunting.

Their tears are not seen as they fall softly,

I’ve lived such a dream, a dream so haunting.

 

Until I met Her, as she passed me by,

With her had followed her own lovely realm.

Away I was swept, with a relived sigh.

My dreams are now bright, with love at the helm.

 

How great it is to wake from a nightmare,

And to slip into the daydream we share.