I am lost in this wirling pool of thought,
Just drowning in my minds made mess,
Tossing through memories and stories untold,
And trying to sort through it my best,

I just can not make sence of these plesent dreams,
That I only wish could be real,
But no matter how real these dreams may seem,
It is His warm touch I still cant feel,

So I just wish that I may dream forever,
And live only in the dreamers world,
Where life is just a plesent daydream,
And nothing bad happens in this world,
So maybe then I may be able to feel,
To feel His warm soft touch,
So someone please tell me, Is what I am asking too much?

But still I lay here under the stars,
With my eyes gently shut,
Nothing but the breeze is kissing my neck,
And the grass tickling my feet,
And silently still laying,
I listen and wait, for maybe the wind will answer me soon,
But until then I will keep dreaming, dreaming under the moon.

K.M Nyquist