Dreams

I had the kind of dream,
where moonlight fades into daytime,
and still we sit and hold and love,
I had the kind of dream,
where desert blooms with flower,
just so i pick one for you.
How does a man love you?

It was the kind of dream,
where we slipped hands,
and drank lemon tea,
we walked along dark paths,
and screamed at our own shadows.
Can I love you?

She was the kind of dream,
to live for,
to long for,
to look for.
She is the kind of dream,
i saw while awake.
"I cannot love you" she said.

She was the kind of girl,
that I wanted to love always.
She flew off to Aussie,
to find the sun,
To find some fun,
My Little miss sunshine,
My little miss evil.


D E Wasake
12 November 2008