The night was stormy, brunches hitting the windows,
But I dreamed of you and felt safe in your embrace.
The sweetness of your touch, your voice so low,
Kept the cold away and the warmth on my face.
The waking hours swept away the dreams of the night,
Cares of the day came and occupied my mind.
But still I could remember my dreams and sigh,
Lonely longing for what is tender and kind.
Now I lay down at night, wanting to fall asleep,
So I can dream again with you, my dear.
But the dreams don’t come and I quietly weep
Because not even in them I can keep you near.
KBS, June 2008.
But I dreamed of you and felt safe in your embrace.
The sweetness of your touch, your voice so low,
Kept the cold away and the warmth on my face.
The waking hours swept away the dreams of the night,
Cares of the day came and occupied my mind.
But still I could remember my dreams and sigh,
Lonely longing for what is tender and kind.
Now I lay down at night, wanting to fall asleep,
So I can dream again with you, my dear.
But the dreams don’t come and I quietly weep
Because not even in them I can keep you near.
KBS, June 2008.
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