A dream is a gift,
For without it,
I would never see you again,
It's that place of hope,
It's another life
I can walk through,
That no one else can see,
It's that wonderful land,
That I so love to be,
Never knowing what my dreams
Will bring next,
It's that place I love to go to,
As my tired eyes rest.
It's a mysterious place,
But it's a chance for me,
To see your face,
Once again.
I'll see you in dreams,
For there,
Everything will seem right,
As if you'd never gone,
I hope I see you tonight.
Jayne Louise Davies
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