Returning Dream

Like a dream the day turns to black, I see Paradise, I see you coming back - You return to visit my dreams, with a touch of your gentle hand, you whisper, 'understand, nothing is as it seems' - I hear a song, like love being sung, I feel all despair being undone - I see the desert watered and green, I see what was dead, arise, wide awake, fresh and green - I smell the aroma of forever upon your breath, and I find, I no longer fear the taste of death - Then, like a dream, the night turns to day, I try to remain, while watching you walk... further and further away - Slowly I open my crying eyes, feeling the warmth and hope, upon another all new sunrise, and perhaps, the return of Paradise -