The dream
I dreamt a dream, within my dreams
A dream that was curious, fabulous, weird
The love I saw was more then love alone
As a bright light through the darkness it shone
I saw a man who sang alone
A song that was full of the most magical tones
I heard pain, sorrow with no end
So I sang along, and we became friends
So now, if you once hear a song in your dreams
If you hear two people sing the most magical themes
Don't hesitate, join us, we would be glad
'Cause every stranger 's a friend you haven't met yet!
this poem is written as a sequal at 'the dream' from Dylirium
20th meeting of gedichten-freaks, Maarssenbroek, Utrecht