I’m just a dreamer

Hello, he said, – can I be your friend?
I said – Who are you?




– I repeated: Who are you?


– I’m a dreamer. Just a dreamer.

– What are you dreaming of?


– I’m dreaming of green, green hillsides


– I’m dreaming of water
– Clear water falling from the mountainsides

– Flowing water

– I’m dreaming of steep slopes and fantastic views
– and flowers opening, – blooming
– and hearts opening like flowers
– I’m dreaming of the exuberant fragrance they share
– I’m dreaming of the whisper of the ocean
– and the song of the rolling waves

– I’m dreaming of birds singing
– I’m dreaming of falling eagles, swirling – falling


– I’m dreaming of sunshine from clear blue sky
– I’m dreaming of expressions
– I’m dreaming of whispering lips
– I’m dreaming of togetherness

– I’m dreaming of twinkling stars
– and of colours that do not yet exist
– I’m dreaming of gentle people
– I’m dreaming of steaming volcanos
– and volcanic eruptions

– I’m dreaming of sharing a morning coffe
– and the first rays of morning sun
– I’m dreaming of the soft colours in the sunset
– I’m dreaming of cool breeze in the afternoon


– I’m dreaming of butterflies
– butterflies in all shape, forms and colours

– I’m dreaming of uplifting conversations
– I’m dreaming of a world without judgement
– I’m dreaming of kindness

– I’m dreaming of a smiling woman with a picnic basket in her hand
– …saying come….come


– I’m dreaming of laughter cascading through my weins
– I’m dreaming of quietness, – of peace, – of love

– I’m dreaming of happiness



I said: Welcome to a new day
– a day were dreams are realities and realities are dreams