Beyond the realm of dreams
when bounds of logic stretch
Beyond conscious belief;
To a place not so far from known.
When even within dreams
The possibility of touch is far…
Far from the realm of reality,
What more is there but to dream?
Within the realm of dreams…
I wish I could hold you when I wake
The way that I hold you
In my dreams at night.
Within the realm of dreams…
I wish I could share
All the feelings that tear me up,
All I have to bare.
Beyond the realm of dreams,
Where distance in time and space
And obligation are impossible
To overcome…
I wish I could tell you,
So you’d understand
The loneliness locked deep within;
Maybe just hold your hand…
Within the realm of dreams…
What more then is there
But to dream,
The dream of sleeping;
As for the dreams of the awaken
Often don’t come true.
Unless the realm of the dream
Is as you’ve been dreaming it too.
Who then can predict,
prompt or dismiss a dream?
To awaken with a sad heart,
and a longing within your soul.
I wish there was somewhere
A place where loners could dare;
Like the realm of the dream…
Or the realm of the seem…
As for it seems sometimes it is
And seems are frequent untrue…
I ask this question everyday…
Really… Who are you?
Who can foretell or prompt
Or dismiss the slumbering thoughts
That come at night;
(Burst in like a storm)
That bring sighs of longing
Upon awakening,
Of the tears that form...
... beyond the realm of dreams.
