It is beautiful to dream.
To dream in colours, multitudes
reflected in the pupils in eyes of one dear
To hear songs of the sea in gentle whispers
under warm nestled blankets
To close one's eyes and see the rise and fall
of sweet rest
Memories one holds dear
To dream in colours, multitudes
reflected in the pupils in eyes of one dear
To hear songs of the sea in gentle whispers
under warm nestled blankets
To close one's eyes and see the rise and fall
of sweet rest
Memories one holds dear