I Still Dream And Just Dream Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

I still dream and just dream.
A tiny voice says it's sufficient;
Just pick some stones downstream,
To build a castle magnificent.

I still dream and just dream,
To see the beauty of your face,
Loveliest visions of pure love beam,
And memories of nameless grace.

I still dream and just dream
Strands of hair that gently kiss your face,
Touched by wind and stars agleam
With love so pure, so dear in its dwelling place.

I still dream and just dream
Of the house I knew before
Where roses and violets grew by the stream.
But now they fade for sure and are no more.

I still dream and just dream
Heroic to climb an old tree, dark and high,
To view its slender tops supreme -
A childish dream to touch the sky.

I still dream and just dream.
But now fond hopes are pure pipe-dreams.
Dead years like dark clouds in heaven's height,
So sad, so strange, they still lurk in all delight.

What is my only comfort in life and death
What is my only comfort in life and death

What is my only comfort
What is my only comfort
What is my only comfort in life and death

I shun the dream of heaven for there's little joy.
It's much farther than I was just a boy.