The Sight of Dreams
The sight that is mysterious in many ways,
It is hard to explain day by day.
Though I wonder why,
How come I can see dreams that cannot be told.
I dream of people that I have not seen.
I felt it was weird to me.
I did wonder still but one dream kept me alive.
I dreamed that I danced with a girl at the ocean,
She was beautiful.
Though, I had a strange feeling it was you.
The way it felt to be hold tight.
The way in how she said,
"I will always protect you."
The sight of dreams I will always keep as a gift.
But remembering that dream of you is a better gift...
Copyright © David Moananu | Year Posted 2007
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