Some dream of power and wealth,
Some dream of fame.
Some dream to have everyone know their name.
I don't want such things.
I dream of rain.
I dream of books.
I dream of art,
And tea,
And the way my love might look at me.
Of mountains,
And crisp trees.
Of stars,
Of fire,
Of ever-changing streams,
And the way my love might look at me.
Of Polaroid pictures,
And sunset light.
Of snow,
Of firefly glow,
And the way my love might look at me.
Oh, dear.
Don't you see?
I dream sweetly,
Of the way that you might look at me.
