Sometimes I marvel at the wonderof how graceful words seem to appearpen to paper in others handsAnd I think to myself-oh how obsolete my existence isto be unable to do the same.

You smile and draw me near and whisper Do as dreamers do.I lean to you and whisper in your ear I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops cryingas the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....From the poem Only For You By Munia Khan

The world of light and starry gracewithin your mind I live to trace.Your thoughts speed in thunders glorylightening my being with dreams story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish the heart of fame.

What happens to a dream deferred

A Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?

I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.