Longings

I will dream of you.
Among the lonely paths of life,
While I walk alone in the boulevards
While autumn leaves depart from the branches
That were their home
And float softly in the breeze
Only to settle lingeringly on my shoulders.
I will dream of you.

I will dream of you,
In the midst of the snowy peaks,
Where the heavens meet the earth
And the sunshine illuminates the icy expanse
As if cajoling a jilted lover.
While I sit amongst the cold wilderness,
I will dream of you.

I will dream of you,
Near the shores of the streams,
Which move ever so elegantly through the trees
While I rest in their shade,
Reading an unfinished book,
Whilst listening to the sounds of the brook
That echo memories of the past,
I will dream of you.

I will dream of you,
Amid the busy streets,
Where the cost of life is but a fleeting glance
Where a thousand dreams are born and die
In a mere second.
While I roam these jungles,
I will dream of you.

All this while,
When you dream of somebody else,
When you walk with him by your side,
I will wish that it was my arm around yours,
And your hand in mine
While I know these dreams will never come to pass,
I will still dream of you.