Dreams

The night comes again and again
 I am captured by the visions
Is it real or is it fantasy
 The illusion is real to me
That is all that matters
 Here I am safe to speak
Never worrying what will happen
 I can be with you here
You may not even know
 I want so much to be with you 
But it is never to be
 We are seperated by our lifes
How ever I can still dream
 and I will remember you always there
In dreams that come at night

	By
	 Andrew Smith