Don't tell me you were just a dream
That the skies you showed me were not bright
As dawn could eventually be.

And in growing day don't for a moment say
That our eyes were not brightened
By the sight of each other.

That our time was not spent wisely in
These discussions spanned
By the making of flowers grow again.

We power the world
We spin the tides
With just the understanding behind our different colored eyes.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
Now that my mind is certainly open wide
Like moons over the mountains high.

The ache is a wish — would you let me stay
Just to wallow in this mirrored time
For a little bit longer by each others side?

Put a river before me, dry
   I drink
   An insatiable sea I'll be

Set a star between myself and my sky
   And watch
   And wait
   And see (what I will be)