Fellow Dreamer!
One night my son woke me up in the mid of his sleep
and shouted saying Ma, can you see my dream?
Face was glowing and a little tooth peep,
when he held my hands and smiled in sleep.
I wondered and asked..dream? how can I see what you are dreaming
he held my hands and said,
you have to see what I am seeing.
That day he made me his fellow dreamer
And we promised to dream together.
No it was not a castle in the air,
But we had a sweet little home, very rare.
The beautiful roof of our hut was triangle,
Outside, it was watched by a sea gull.
"Sea-gulls in the mountains!", I wondered, that's weird,
"That how dreams are!", nodded the old wise man waving his beard.
violet,red, orange, yellow, green and blue forming a rainbow,
That's exactly how our garden looked from the kitchen window.
I picked red,deep scarlet red and painted the sky for him.
He picked purple for the trees and the sea was bleeding green.
He created me a tiara in various shades of cream,
yes, as I said, things should be unique in our dream.
I made sky out of our bedsheets and the cloud was formed with the pillow fillings.
Numerous stars were twinkling up above, when we looked up the ceilings.
The bedside lamp was ready to be the moon for him,
I recreated the universe for my baby and let him swim.
They say Dreams, especially the good one, never come true.
But I promise to make him believe, yes they do.
And now when the dawn has broke, I can see things much clear.
As a fellow dreamer, we have a long path to pass over.
and shouted saying Ma, can you see my dream?
Face was glowing and a little tooth peep,
when he held my hands and smiled in sleep.
I wondered and asked..dream? how can I see what you are dreaming
he held my hands and said,
you have to see what I am seeing.
That day he made me his fellow dreamer
And we promised to dream together.
No it was not a castle in the air,
But we had a sweet little home, very rare.
The beautiful roof of our hut was triangle,
Outside, it was watched by a sea gull.
"Sea-gulls in the mountains!", I wondered, that's weird,
"That how dreams are!", nodded the old wise man waving his beard.
violet,red, orange, yellow, green and blue forming a rainbow,
That's exactly how our garden looked from the kitchen window.
I picked red,deep scarlet red and painted the sky for him.
He picked purple for the trees and the sea was bleeding green.
He created me a tiara in various shades of cream,
yes, as I said, things should be unique in our dream.
I made sky out of our bedsheets and the cloud was formed with the pillow fillings.
Numerous stars were twinkling up above, when we looked up the ceilings.
The bedside lamp was ready to be the moon for him,
I recreated the universe for my baby and let him swim.
They say Dreams, especially the good one, never come true.
But I promise to make him believe, yes they do.
And now when the dawn has broke, I can see things much clear.
As a fellow dreamer, we have a long path to pass over.
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