The dream

I dreamed the dream that I was dreaming
Like a child who wants to fly
Like an unfinished story
Like a desert, everything or nothing.

I dreamed the dream that I was picturing.
Like a freedom that I want to express
Like something written for no reason
Like the lyrics of our song.

I dreamed the dream that was ending
And I was almost waking up
I tried to open my eyes slightly
But the dream closed them again.

And now the dreams that do not appear
They are like memories, they don't go away
I woke up fine, the night ended.
This was the truth the moon wanted

As truth as a soul likes to imagine.
Isn't this my dream?