To love a dream [part l]

To love a dream

To love the whisper of your name,
said by the wind of morning rain.
You sniff the breeze of freshness,
carressing your awaken body.

Love, love your life; is what you think.
Just before the sun rises.
Hold, hold your heart high,
and never fear it shall be broken.

The sunshine rays hit your smile,
near a half opened window.
The rays break through the gray clouds,
hiding the beautiful rainbow.

Bare feet touch the naked floor,
as you tiptoe across your moring.
Your eyelashes flick ever so slightly,
to wash the dream away from your eyes.