Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Dreaming of Me

Keep me in your dreams.

Even if I am just a hazy mirage that if you breathe too hard upon,

I shall vanish.

Let me vanish with the dream and you shall rise with the sun.

Raise the day my dear friend,

my pal,

my lover . . .

And when you tire you shall return to me,

sinking . . .

into my embrace.