Marguerite Gautier

I saw her today,
Halfway from her land,
A shadow.
Her skirts gathered up in her hands.
She wept and her hair,
My reflection it swept.
Tears down her cheeks,
She says "Find me a way,
Oh, find me a way to wake!
My dream is too real, and its pulling me down,
And I don't know which way to take!"

I saw her again,
far from her land,
Her sobs are too loud,
She screams.
"It eats me alive,
And I cannot turn back,
I miss my home,where I was real."


I saw her a last time,
veilig and content,
Too far and quiet to be true,
Her sobs are quite done,
and her cheeks are now dry,
Face calm and steady she says:
"No,no,do not wake me up,
My dream is too real for u to take.
I am quite content,
my world is quite real,
I am but a mist,all whispers are quiet,
And I cant ever recall myself real."

It was strange
how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.


You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
u left me dreams.


But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.


The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.


Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.


Although u make your peace
with reality,
u still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.


Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but u still dream the same dream.


The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.


In the end, u realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.


And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
u still dream the same dream,
u still dream.