Only in a dream would i walk
under the sky so blue,
turn around,
and find you.

Only in a dream would i follow you home
as i listen to your breathing pattern,
while we waltzed down a path,
i never really thought mattered.

Only in a dream would I walk among a bridge,
unsteady yet full of life,
watching your every move,
prepared to be your sacrifice.

Only in a dream would a sweet grassy meadow
turn to leaky water patches,
as you float so effortlessly across,
as i try and make my clumsy feet match them.

Only in a dream would the water turn to snow,
and our shoes turn to skies
and our hearts so young
and souls forever free.

Only in a dream would we hike to the top
along a wet swamp,
and find a log cabin,
snuggled in its spot.

Only in a dream would the phone ring,
would i whisper good bye,
would i walk into the fog,
would i try not to cry.

Only in a dream would you call me back,
just to give me relief,
be my eyes,
help my mind feel at ease.

Only in a dream would i make it through the thickness,
just to be creeped out
by unforeseen landscapes,
where the hollows echo my shouts.

Only in a dream would i run away
just to find the hill,
and ski back down
without a spill.

Only in a dream would i be so cold,
hair full of snow,
eyes full of tears,
wondering why i had to go.

Only in a dream
would this seem...
real.