I dream of you, you know,

Us on a river, on a kayak, slow

Passing by somewhere we flow

Talking of little things as we go,

Like work, likes, dislikes, change,

As we paddle by the mountain range,

I awake to find us with paddles in hand,

And the mountains still part of the land

But apart we are with no common boat to command,

Where the thought of being together is too grand.

But when I enter sleep, I dream of you, you know,

And we make it happily in moments I borrow,

For I have to give them back when I awake,

There is no place for the past in the future we take.

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