A dream of singing

A dream of singing that's always alive
against the seizure of so many dreams.
Like a young light that suggests
the slow first brightness of a new day.
I've sensed you with all my senses, life,
and I love the road that we're taking together,
the looks we've given to the trees,
the long walks of desire
and these bodies wounded by time lived,
by time and setbacks, disarranged,
discussing, discordant, proud.
Sad if one of the two is sad. Happy
if one of the two is happy. Loving.
Loving.
A dream of singing that's always alive
against the seizure of so many dreams.
Like a young light that suggests
the slow first brightness of a new day.
I've sensed you with all my senses, life.
Life.
A dream of singing that's always alive
the slow first brightness of a new day.
Of a new day, of a new day.....