When dreams evaporate into the clouds and come back down as tiny rain droplets are they the same dreams or something altogether new

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.

In every dream you pursue you attract its respective version of opposition. Going back will not solve any problem Regrets will not change anything either Feeling of Superiority over every obstacle should be your priority

YOUR DREAMS WANT YOU. YOUR DREAMS LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE IT.

I want you to make a habit of wanting me.

My dear I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

You are worthy of your wildest dreams.

We werent born yesterday. We are from New York. But we are also from somewhere else. We are from Oz from the Looking-Glass Land from Narnia and from Middle Earth. If with part of ourselves we are men and women of the world and share the sad unbeliefs of the world with a deeper part still the part where our best dreams come from it is as if we were indeed born yesterday or almost yesterday because we are also all of us children still.

In tiefen kalten hohlen RumenWo Schatten sich mit Schatten paarenWo alte Bcher Trume trumenVon Zeiten als sie Bume warenWo Kohle Diamant gebiertMan weder Licht noch Gnade kenntDort ists wo jener Geist regiertDen man den Schattenknig nennt.

The thought of you makes my days brighter and my nights filled with dreams.