You see the shine of the sun,
The sparkle of the moon
The cold of the stars
And the flight of the eagle
But in dreams…
In dreams I see the sun’s flaming power
In dreams I see the moon’s cold beauty
In dreams I see the stars’ icy loveliness
In dreams I see the eagle’s broad freedom
You hear the roar of the ocean
The wind in the trees
The voice of the geese
The echo of the valley
But in dreams…
In dreams I can see each separate drop
The unleashed power of the wind also
The wild call – “Come home!” – of the geese
The voices of the ancients echoing in the valley
You feel the touch of my hand
The breath of the rain
The falling leaves
The flower’s petal
But in dreams…
I feel your love, coursing through your touch
The breath of the rains’ longing and crying
The falling leaves’ celebration in their death
The delicate purity of the glowing petal
And the dream is better than the reality…