I dream of a place unknown,
In the smoke I am walking alone.
Here I glimpse at the first light,
But I felt her smile is much bright.
I dream of her wandering in the meadows,
I walk along following her shadows,
Flurry of air glides through her hair,
She then turned slowly, Oh god! She is so fair.
I dream of her holding a ruby rose,
She closed her eyes as the wind blows.
Rays of her light falls on her face,
Her visage glows like of a glace.
I dream of her, she speaks a word,
Her voice is so sweet, sweet as a bird.
Staring at the lake, she sings a song,
I just wish this moment be for long.
I dream of her smile, like a starlit night,
Her smile teaches the tourch to shine bright.
I stare at those gorgeous lips,
They make me miss my scripts.
I dream of her standing side by a lake,
In a posture even an artist cannot make.
I gaze upom her gracile waist,
Oh almighty! I feel I am graced.
I dream of her holding my hand,
I kissed her hand kneeling to land.
And suddenly I am awake and tries to rest.
How do I sleep in peace? I cried to dream again.
Chronicles 