Maybe this life isn't what it seems.
Maybe one day I'll wake up with you next to me.
Maybe one day this life I'm living
will feel like the memory of a fading dream.
Weighted with beads of turquoise and wood,
I have a hanging feather
as my dream catcher.
Everything I hope for
is the love that I felt
whilst I was asleep
and you were in my dream.
Oh you, person known,
my faith in life and death
is that we will reunite.
And I will know your name.
And there will be no shame.
Because the deeds of this life will be forgotten in our joy
like the memory of a fading dream.