I had a dream, of a dark-haired boy
With a bright-red shirt, and a cocky grin
He twirled me around, and kissed my hair
Silly boy! I thought, and smiled back
I awoke with a start, stunned and shocked
Who was that boy, who'd popped into my dream?
I hadn't seen his eyes, they were blurred in the dream
Oh, I wished I had! I bet they were fine!
I put him from my head, for many a month after
He never came back, and I was slightly saddened
But then two years later, he appeared to me
In a dream at the seashore, with that same cocky grin
He was wearing the same old bright-red shirt
His nice dark hair, was as unruly as ever
But this time, I saw his eyes – deep, deep brown
Oh, how I loved them! Deep, deep love.
He was sweet and gentle, and asked my name
I gave it, but he did not tell me his own
I longed to kiss him, but knew it was too soon
So I gave him my number, and he gave me his
Then I woke from my dream, deep sorrow set in
For the boy of my dream was not real at all
But he haunts me now and then, and I wonder still
Perhaps there is that boy, waiting for me...
