He
my dream
it was not the moon in the sky
my dream was not the stars
which are easily extinguished
with every longing
it was not the sun that was shining
or pencils that paint
in the refuge of the purple nights
to realize what you would be
or you, whom you love
the mysterious sea
the most beautiful flower
a song
a story
my dream will always be
his brown eyes alive
his jokes that stuck with me
like the stars in the night
his echo with all dreams
it was his story and mine
he was the dream
an endless song
that I knew at first sight that I loved him
he was my dream
a name that still beats in my chest
the one that I and my heart are still waiting for
