Sheets of Dreams

Your face dissolves in waves of silk,

Time bends in the rhythm you breathe.

Every sigh you take paints a mystery,

That only the wind can read.

Are you sleeping or dreaming awake?

Are you here or are you astray?

In the sheets of dreams, everything fades,

And what’s real drifts away.

If I touch you, you’re mist,

If I call you, you’re sea.

Between veils and shadows,

Where do you flee?

Are you time, are you wind?

Let me know.

If you’re just a dream,

Then I won’t let go.

Your words are clouds with no direction,

Floating with no place to land.

If the wind carries your whispers away,

Will I still feel your hand?

I know you’re made of silence,

That truth is a thing you conceal.

But between the quiet and the distance,

What else is left to be real?

If I touch you, you’re mist...

If I call you, you’re sea...

In the sheets of dreams,

I will wait for thee.