If only I could remember my dreams,

And write of what I saw.

I’d tell the world of what I’d seen

And tell them of my awe.

But I forget my dreams it seems

And with them all their poetry.

All the worlds that fill my dreams

Become a whisper to the mem’ry.

How sad that I forget my dreams

For I often dream of you.

If I could melt those frozen streams

And let their memories through

The world would see my reveries 

Of earth, of sea, of sky;

And they’d hear those Elegies

I Dream’t of you and I.