When you dream, what do you see?
Between the ocean and sand and stars and moon.
I can't help but wonder, do you see me?
Am I in your dreams? Let me know soon.

In your dreams, do you fly through the clouds?
Wild as a bird, free as the breeze.
Or do you wander the beach where the surf is loud?
Am I in your dreams? Tell me else my heart freeze.

In your dreams, while you walk,
Do hidden eyes watch your every act?
Does your heart beat fast like a ticking clock?
Am I in your dreams? Is this a fact?

In my dreams are hidden eyes.
Watching, waiting, following me.
But strangely, when they leave, my heart dies.
Are you in my dream? Is it you I see?

This text is copywrited by Brad Colver, 1997. It may be duplicated as long as the the copywrite stays with it.

Questions and comments are welcome and may be directed to bradac at alaska dot net