Dreams

I wish you'd come back, just walk thro' the door as you used to,
in your best colour, the ones I've given away, nice turquoie blue;
I won't dwell in the past, you wondered how long will it last,
but the Severn bore swept down, now I'm clinging to the mast.

I dreamt of travelling to foreign lands which became real,
some dreams may be impossible, perhaps stars you could steal;
the ghosts of Isandlwana watched me drive so close by,
as I sped to destiny, pampas grass gave an audible sigh.

If you could choose, what would you do if you but knew,
what awaited, it might be hated - it was your choice too;
so perhaps that's it, we'll bump like the Haldron collider,
too late to change - you may have wished the gap was wider

Wen you wake up, do you remember the places you went,
perhaps you were lucky because those kisses were heaven sent.