drops of dew under the morning blue sky
sun rising and lightening up the horizon
a pair of dreams gently strolling hand in hand
curious about their ultimate fate
wish moments could be designed
a change from the world of unexpected
wish moments could be thrown away
a revolution ─ a renaissance
may the torment make its way
may creation take the back seat
reconstruction of the dreams
long lost and blown away
while the moments come and go
crushing the dams of patience