I dream, I dream of walk through the clouds, of tranquility of mind, of love in the heart, of flight into the dusk, of sunrise when the sun never even set. I dream, I dream of when I waltzed with you, of when you sang to me, of dinner by the candle glow, of walks by the sea, of love lost, found, lost and hoping to find again.
I dream, I dream of the option I never chose, of the chance I never took, of the wrongs I could make right, of the person I want to be, of the person I almost am, of what it all means to me, of what I am to you. So what if they call me a dreamer? I dream.
My every dream takes me closer to the reality I see. My every dream makes my everyday seem so much fuller to me. And so what if they call me a dreamer? I dream.
My every dream makes you so much more believable. My every dream makes me more open to the truth. My every dream is mine to cherish. My memories are my dreams, sometimes, my dreams, my memories. And so what if they call me a dreamer? I dream.
I dream of a beautiful day today, the kind of day you way up looking forward to. The kind of day you know nothing can go wrong. You feel happy, warm and fuzzy, through and through. The kind of day, you see poetry in every sound and art in every passing cloud. The kind of day when you want to smile for nothing and everything. The kind of day when you want to stand on rooftops and yell and yet you don’t even find the need to say anything at all. And so what if they call me a dreamer? I dream.
A soft rustle of a breeze and a secret revealed, the first raindrops and cleansing of the soul. When color takes on a new meaning and life gets a new definition. The kind of day when the past and present and future all come together. When floodgates to memory open up the doorways to a hopeful future. And the kind of day when I miss you so much. Miss you in every thought, action and every abstract of life itself. When I think I hear you laugh, see you beginning to smile and imagine the feel of your touch. And I once again think, I miss you so much.
I know then, its but, just a dream. And I wake up.