Show me all your dreams,
paint them with your prose,
I want to see the secret place,
where no one ever goes.

Tell me who you meet there,
when your eyes begin to stir,
Have you got a dreamy lover,
is it him, or is it her.

Translate for me the words,
that you mumble in your sleep,
tell me why your body trembles,
 and your eyes begin to weep.

Your eyes doth weep with pleasure,
there’s a smile upon your face,
And I want to shake you wide awake,
and take you from that place.

Then I put my arms around you,
and I know to me you’re true,
So enjoy the things you dream of,
for your dreams belong to you.


Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts