I Dream

I dream of simple things Of simple, simple things I dream of clothing myself With skin of my very own And the world will look me in the eye And nod with a smile As God would approve I dream of sipping coffee In the early, early morning Right next to you As I play with your messy hair, You still half asleep, half naked… What is there in this world—but love? But to close our eyes And dive backwards And drown into the million craters of the moon To tip-toe across the stars And weave our love into a constellation Immortalized till the end of time What is there in this world … but dreams? Dreams are promises of bigger things They're lights that shine when we're six feet under When we're out of air And out of hope A need to indulge ourselves In a crystal sea of fantasies And pretend, For a second, That they were real It's the air I breathe I dream of dancing the nights away With you, and you, and only you You'd hold me with your arms, But carry me with your eyes Like magic cradles I dream of a lust that we can share And desire, and passion, and love And be proud as proud can be Let the fires crackle and shine for the world to see I dream… I dream… I dream Like cyclones of stars in a fairytale sky But in many ways Fairytales are real They're merely extensions of reality But my reality's been given a stretch these days And I remember that Every time you breathe down my skin Or I stare into your hazel eyes I guess it's not so bad to dream