In my dreams, you are so real, I hear your talk to me...
I see your face, and fell your touch, and your eyes are still so green.
And in my dream you spoke to me, and made my heart beat fast...
It was so real, and felt so right, I wished that it could last.

Sometimes I dream of chasing you, through houses made of glass...
I know that they are memories, that haunt me from the past.
And then there are the dreams of you, that make me wake and weep...
But just the chance of seeing you, helps me go to sleep.

Some dreams are sweet, and some are fast, and sometimes they feel real...
But no matter what the story is, I love the way they feel.
My favorite one, is of the sun, and how your eyes would shine...
Then there's the night, I held you tight, and you said that you were mine.

Fantasies of clouds and trees, and snow upon the ground...
Of special moments we two shared, and love that knew no bounds.
The giggles when you'd laugh at me, and how I'd chase you round...
And when I'd hold you close to me, your soft and sighing sounds.

So don't say that I waste my life, when there's so much to do...
I just can't wait, till it gets late, so I can dream of you.
So till the day, that I can wake, and you do not disappear...
I dream my dreams of you my love, at night you'll be right here.

Ron Walker November 1998

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