Unreal

Lost inside my world of words
In the night I speak your name
Faded sunrise hears my calls
But the winter’s still the same
For you are as unreal
As a gently mist-clad moon
As a memory of a dream
As a black unicorn

When I think I hold your hand
I am holding but a dream
You are still as distant as
The Irish myth unseen
For you are as unreal
As a gently mist-clad moon
As a memory of a dream
As a black unicorn

When I slumber into this
Morphea – land of dreams
You will greet me with a kiss
I’ll shed some happy tears
For in dreams you are as real
As the moonlights chilly gaze
And the black unicorn
Carries us away

You can find your dreams come true and the object of your longing present in your dreams.

Music and lyrics Barbara Karlik CC-BY-SA.