A Thousand Dreams

I dreamed of you,
In a thousand dreams
and with your hand,
I walked to discover,
all my memories...

The window,
always at the window,
the breeze of the morning is you,
and with you, I found the hidden worlds,
those that I searched for
with great long suffering....

Now I have become walls made of stories,
and I am,
always for you Lisboa,
yours,
thus I wait,
to become the morning breeze,

And Live with you forever.....

Author's Note: Lisbon Portugal, my home away from home

© Dixie Dawn Michelle All Rights Reserved September 1 2013