Moon-dream

it's temporary lovely death
when the dream surprises us
it leaves the real world far beyond
it takes from our soul a little song

it brings some song from within
from a place we never visit
we can't reach, we can't find
we just hope and we just smile

hand in hand, we are walking
a little gate is what we're passing
we are getting to the silver moon
it looks like our own household

then we take rest on a field
to contemplate on lives revealed
on joy, on faith, on passing streams
on fantasies and on the dreams

then you tell me oh my dear
I want us to be always here
be together nights and days
all angels help if we pray

oh my sweet dear, I must say
it can't happen, it's not the way
in our dreams we walk together
but on earth we're lost forever

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