I can not retain dreams in my hands

Dreams, like smoke, like water, escape through my fingers


Water in my hands I tried to hold
I saw it drain between my fingers
the only proof? my hands were wet
Dreams in my hands I try to hold
what remains, what lingers?
I do not see them flying away, but yet...
On both desires I shall persist
my hands are dry, the water's gone
my dreams are there, my dreams exist
Smoke in my hands I tried to hold
it came to nothing on my fingers
my hands are dry, the water's gone
My dreams remain they are made of gold
it's up to me to make them linger
it's up to me to make them true, to make them hold

Luisa