Was it a dream?
Was it a dream? Was it really a dream I had? The mansion was large and empty that afternoon. The ceilings were high and the walls far apart. After a while, when the phone rang, That voice... That enchanting voice, entered my dome. And the walls fell down, and the ceilings opened to the sky. And the forest was there, with all the bright summer colours and smells. And then I knew. The dream I dreamt, Was mine to keep, and mine to smell, Every other day when she couldn't enter and play. The dream I dreamt is mine to stay. Nuno Silva
