Dreams

Why do you come like a fairy with wings? You play your tunes on pleasing strings! Why you dance nicely like a sweet butterfly? You excite so much to I'm inspired to fly. I know you come for a song you need, I like and I love your gracious greed, But today I shall not give you anything, Keep on the table your sweet string, You will tell the truth, you pretty butterfly, Do you come from the far distant sky? Who sends you to me, stars or the moon? Why you come in a night, why don't in a noon? The fairy smiled and replied so soon, Don't you remember, you come in the noon! To the lovely garden on trees of olive, With love and peace a few still survive, Where spring is immortal, what a lovely sight! And there you ask me to come in the night, Now you tell me there you come as gold, But at home cold silver that is now too old, Even then come to you with desire so strong, Because I love you and I need your song.