Dreams are our only geographyour native land.

The new world is as yetbehind the veil of destinyIn my eyes howeverits dawn has been unveiled

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation. Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.

When the star dies Its eye closes tired of watching It flies back to its first bright dream.

Fly without wings Dream with open eyes See in darkness.

All days are nights to see till I see thee And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

We all who live haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thoughtAnd the only life we haveIts the one that is dividedIn right or wrong.

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?

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.