In a day where dreams become 
there she lives 
Untamed are undone 
A dared delicate, this wandering call 
some where in my dream, and her infinite fall 
if dared, dream; if hoped hold I dream 
Oh but of her eyes 
in the same way, 
only in her dreams, the night to day 
and run to only run 
be a careless caress, of all things said to come 
I wait, to be held as one 
and to open the day 
as way of the sun