My dream

If I could make dreams,

I would dive and swim.

Against the bluish waves that carries

The girl of my daydreams.

 

If I could make dreams,

I would glide and skim.

Over the smooth ice that hovers

An elegant figure so slim.

 

 

If I could make dreams,

I would tremble and steam.

Lean on an arm that has

A touch so soft and warm.

 

If I could make dreams,

I would swing and team,

Upon a court that fills

With her laughing and vim.