She comes to me in my dream,
Her golden hair flows like a river of gold,
Her eyes like two oceans put into marbles.
And as she smiles at me,
I feel a warmth never before felt.

Soon she beckons me to follow her,
as her Angelic voice makes my eyes tear.
She turns in her white robes,
beckoning with her soft white hand
to follow her into the gardens of eternia.

Oh how I wish to follow that sweet sound,
follow her into the bed of roses,
But I always stumble on the path.
I cry for her help,
I cry for her to notice me fallen on the ground,
But she hears it not.

As the wind blows again,
she dissapears into a wave of roses
and the gates to the garden close.
I sit on the ground broken path with tears.
Soon I awake in my bed again.

Oh how do I wish that dream could be mine forever,
Oh how do I wish that I could stay in that garden.
As I lay my head back again to sleep,
My eyes rest comfortably in the hope that one day,
I will meet her and I will not stumble.

For now I resign to only hope.
So many times have I tried the path,
only to stumble and fall out of her reach.
I close my eyes though,
and deep inside I know,
She comes to me in my dreams.