why is it dreams are so powerful
why is the image of you still in my head
when the memory is all I have
the memory of what never will be
You remind me of an Icelandic elf
mischievous and cute and helpful and friendly
knowing better than to agree
to what we both wanted to do
or is it my dream again
thinking that my thinking is in your head
when you don't seem to be a dreamer
unless you are immersed in gorgeous nature
who am I, anyway, and who are you?
as I take chances and you are on your way
seeing the evening star might still remind me
I'm not dead yet.
Fun is not a one-way street.