Story

Once, in a dream,
I was you,
And I could see myself
Looking at me;

The rain began to fall,
Turning the leaves green,
And the trees breathed,
Turning the sky blue;

We did the best we could --
Me with you, you with me,
Until I saw my eyes turn red
And my hands folded in;

I think I got your clothes wet,
But I was soaked to the shoes
That you were wearing
On my feet;

And I fell through your hair,
With your hands over my eyes,
And I moved your lips
To the voice in my head...

You closed my eyes,
And when I awoke,
I was alone;
This dream had flown.