You were here, you were there.
I saw you yet I could not see.
I as I slept, I felt awake.
As I watched the world with open eyes,
I felt lost in a dream.
In the fading light,
As I the shattered moon stares at me.
I watch countless lights dance above me,
With wings of a butterfly,
They glowed a warm gentle light.
I saw it, yet I still could not see.
What was there.
Was it real?
Or a dream?
As the lonely bird flies above,
I wonder what it sees.
As I fall into sleep,
I am lost in a waking dream.
Neither real or fake.
It appears before me.
You were here, you were there.
I saw you yet I could not see you.
I as I slept, I felt awake.
As I watched the world with open eyes,
I felt lost in a dream.
I was here, I was there.
Yet I am neither a dream nor real.
As we forever dream a waking dream.
