I do not know if we exist,
In a dream or in the mist?
I see the things that some do say,
To travel there is far away.

So in this night I live it seems,
To travel worlds there in a dream.
To travel there all through the night,
I dream today it is a sight.

The threshold that does block the door,
Of my dreams are never more.
To see the sparkles in the sky,
I dream a dream that I can fly.

I say to fly through out the night,
Is a gift of special sight.
The bards of old and mages too,
Speak of life and all we do.

To see the travels far and wide,
A special soul must be inside.
To see the things that are within,
A smile will last and never end.

If I came to you, in the mist,
Could you touch me with a kiss?
If I saw you,in the mist,
Would you hold me with that kiss?

If I held you in my arms,
Could I hold you with my charms
If I held you in the night,
To protect you from the fright.

Would you stay and still be free
Could you hold and dream with me.
I wondered then just like today,
A dream for me is far away.

Craig

Are you some kind of Hobbit or something man?