it’s kind of sad if you don’t know the meaning…

I still sleep with you every night.
Every night I would close my eyes and pretend I am under you arms like when you were mine.
I must stop this habit one day.

But for this last time, allow me to dream,

about a green hill with fresh smell of grass and the sound of running water everywhere.

I followed the small stream,
and met a girl who sang the blues,

"Could you please sing a happy song?" I asked,
She just turned away and sang the blues again,

"I’ve looked at life from both sides now. From up and down, and still somehow, it’s life’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know life at all"

I frowned and continued to walk,
and met a boy who carried electric guitar, and sang an angry,rude, punk rock song. Yet he sang it with two bright happy eyes.

"Why are you so happy being angry?" I asked,
He just continued singing,
"I’d rather laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints…"

I laughed and continued following the river downstream,
and met a young man who played piano and sang a song of regret.

"I understand you" I said slowly.
He smiled but did not stop singing "Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Do you gaze at your doorstep, and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain? Shall I come back again?"

My tears dropped but the birds told me to continue walking,
I then met a man, riding a bicycle round and round, singing about hope.

"When am I a real optimist?" I asked,
He stopped spinning, held my right cheek and sang,
"If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting"

I wiped my tears, he took me behind his bicycles to meet a woman who sang with a strong thunder-like voice.

"How did you become so strong?" I asked,
She held my hands and sang,
"One day I woke up and realized, that I did not have to worry if somebody loves me or not.. To the world I am just one, but to one, I am the world.
My heart has been broken so many times, but Mum said, ‘honey, let them see the brokenness. Let them see the cracks in your armour.
That is how the light gets out‘"

I nodded my head firmly. The stream was getting wider as I walked further down,
and met an old man, his hands shaking from age, singing about the end.

"Am I too young to understand?" I asked,
He closed his eyes and the wind took his words to my ear
"If you aim at nothing, you will keep hitting it. Always dream, but let not the dream be your master. I’ve lived a life that is full. I’ve travelled each and every high way. Yes, there were times, I am sure you knew, when I bit off, more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out!"

I shook his hands with respect and hopped my way through, still following the stream.
and met a young man who sang about love.

"How do you know when you really love?" I asked
He kissed my lips and sang,
"She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith, with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see. She hides like a child. But she is always a woman to me"

I recognized his eyes and whispered in his ears "you are always a man to me too.."

I arrived to the end of the river, which flowed into a bright blue sea. Sun was going down and the sky was pink.
A young man, holding a traditional Japanese three-string guitar, was sitting on the white sands.

"What is this place?" I asked,
His grin turned into a peaceful smile, and he started to sing,
"In this island, in this sky, I was born. How many things do I know about this island? The stars that come out, the clouds that flow, even if you ask me their names,
I would not know the answer……"
he stopped for a second to see my reaction. I decided to smile.
"….but I do feel this island more than anyone. In tears and in laugh, every single time I’d look up to the sky …, and more than you can find written in any textbooks, you will find a treasure surely hidden in here, and that treasure belongs to all of us, the islanders".

I still sleep with you every night.
Every night I would close my eyes and pretend I am under you arms like when you were mine.

Why must I stop this habit, when it has always given me such beautiful dreams?

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**Written with compilations of lyrics, poetries and quotes by Joni Mitchell, Billy Joel, Elvis Presley, Rudyard Kippling, Frank Sinatra, Wynonna Judd, Begin. Inspired by you.

~ by dhanio on February 27, 2008.