Not a day passes by

When I don't dream 

Dream of fairies and queens 

A fairytale in the making 

But I ain't  kid anymore 

Young lass of sweet sixteen 

Why should I be doing these 

Even in my weirdest dreams 

May be cos dreams give you wings 

To fly to Northern lights 

And then to southern ones 

To catch a glimpse of celestial show 

Going on in heavens upstream 

 

Not a day goes by 

When I ain't stitching a fable creame 

Loss of loves labour in down stream 

Cooling off the fire that once inflamed 

Now letting the ice slowly melt 

To let it all go by in the drain 

Anyways it wouldn't matter 

Stitches can't pieces intact together 

What makes it stay is a seamless say 

 

Never an hour goes by 

When I ain't glancing up the bluish pink sky 

Trying to figure out my ride 

In clouds most daring high 

Taking me to  place 

Where all my dreams and desires I can hide 

Not approachable unseen 

By anyone but me and the clouds I see 

 

Not an hour of my life 

Gone wasted in wishing for moon 

Cos that's what all I had for me 

Now from the window I glance all night and noon 

Letting it's light bathe me 

Making my dreams light up

Even if only for few hours

But every night with the moon 

I let my dreams, desires and wishes come true