Whenever I dream, <br />and dream I do, <br />in my garden, <br />I dream of you. <br /> <br />I dream of you, <br />in a land faraway, <br />embracing me tight <br />holding my hand. <br /> <br />Holding my hand, <br />touching my face. <br />Just you and me, <br />in this place. <br /> <br />In this place, <br />a pristine river flows. <br />Where the unicorns run, <br />a breeze blows. <br /> <br />A breeze blows <br />and sings a song; <br />our love in a place <br />where you never have gone. <br /> <br />Where you never have gone <br />is, as it would seem, <br />from dusk til dawn, <br />when I dream. <br /> <br />And when I dream, <br />a dream I do, <br />in my garden, <br />I dream of you. <br /> <br />I was sort of hoping, <br />That you would come along, <br />Like the answer to a prayer, <br />And the music to a song.<br /><br />Samuel Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-of-you-5/
