What's inside a dream?

Little bird of beauty sings to me each day, never fails to appear just as he did say. Only one thing in return simple as I do write - ''Listen to my tune'', of this a beauty sight. ''Listen to my tune'', as I sang to you - tonight.

To think hollow unending mind, minutes gone by before me. Returning a definite never, a certain creation of new birth. Only to bury a flicker of a memory, that once burned so bright, on that night- everything proved real.

Not knowing is an eternity neither of us can see knowing feels even further of what will never be. Left standing in a hallway crowded but all alone waiting to be taken to a place where I feel home. Its be a busy scene An emotional dream Its easier to be deaf of prayer. leaves fall free Insult of my plea Its familiar I was already there.

Further in miles closer in mind hearts to unite bodies to unwind. Stranger of my dream awaken my sense flow deep inside me relieving all tense. Capture the scene freeze my dream...awake.

The frame wooden, It honours your face. there is your smile, my honoured token. I'm lost in the past, feared of been awoken. An invisible spirit, I feel you surround me now, shield me , my conscious explores- unharmed. disturbed of this fantasy a void rains in replace rips apart my souls embrace- The void is time, it vanishes your face.