If a dream could be touched
how would it feel?
Would it feel like the air,
or something that's real?
Would it feel feathery
like a wing of a dove
or fluffy like one of the clouds
that hover above?
Do you suppose it would be
warm as a lover's embrace
Or sizzling hot like the embers
from a freshly stoked fireplace
Perhaps it would feel cool as
the morning breeze in September
or possibly be bitterly cold like
icy sleet hitting my face in December
Would those dreams be wet
like trickling tears when I cry
or like a deserted desert
parched and dry?
Contemplating these possibilities
leads me to conclude what's true
that dreams have varied textures
just like the touch of you...
how would it feel?
Would it feel like the air,
or something that's real?
Would it feel feathery
like a wing of a dove
or fluffy like one of the clouds
that hover above?
Do you suppose it would be
warm as a lover's embrace
Or sizzling hot like the embers
from a freshly stoked fireplace
Perhaps it would feel cool as
the morning breeze in September
or possibly be bitterly cold like
icy sleet hitting my face in December
Would those dreams be wet
like trickling tears when I cry
or like a deserted desert
parched and dry?
Contemplating these possibilities
leads me to conclude what's true
that dreams have varied textures
just like the touch of you...