Without Dreaming
I'm on my world, you are on your world.
How can we meet if we're apart?
Even if I stretch my arms I could never reach your hand.
I could see your face.
I could hear your voice.
I could only be with you in my dream.
I want to be with you,
to be my hope,
to be my strength and to be my friend.
When shall I see your face?
When shall I hear your voice?
When shall I be with you without dreaming?
Copyright © Doris Jamoner | Year Posted 2014
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