Don't ask me what I see
In my dreams.
Because they
Are like the sun
Behind a huge cloud,
Like the wind
In an endless field,
Like golden wine.
There high in the sky
I can see
Unknown faces and beloved ones,
You also live there
In my dreams.
Enchanted eyes,
Wandering sparks,
Flickering thoughts ...
My dreams are like mist
They are not always clear.
But there i feel i exist
And I warm up in the alleys of spring
And you are always near
When I come back , I feel like i die.
I cannot explain why
I come back...
Dreams, dreams...