To dream your own dreams…

Ask me a river of thoughts

And I’ll answer a sea of emotion,

I’ll catch the wind in my heart

And whispear it to you with devotion.

Capture the night in a bottle

And drink its moon and its stars,

Don’t let it escape from your cage

And heal with it my bleeding scars.

A daemon smiles from his darkness

Under a cloud of illusion,

He erases my dreams with his eyes,

Drowning my soul in confusion.

You may touch my lips with your words,

You may, you may… forget what I mean…

You may brake my love into pieces,

You may be my daemon and dream.

For love was not made to be touched,

Love can’t be smelled or be spoken,

A flower, a tree or a wave,

A wing that was already broken.   

For love is both Heaven and hell,

A flame, a piece of the sea,

It’s forever and ever, but never

Will it be a true dream for me.

You don’t have to close your eyes

To see your future in a smile

And your past in a painful tear…

You don’t have to touch the sky

To feel the wind blowing your pain away

And to see the sun reflecting in a cloud…

You don’t have to do the impossible

To cry your tears,

To breathe your breath,

To step your steps…

You don’t have to conquer the world

To gain the permission

To dream your own dreams…