IRISH-AMERICAN LOVE STORY BY ROBERT HEWETT SR.
AN AMERICAN IRISH DREAM
Robert Hewett Sr.
In my dreams I see your orange red hair.
Floating freely in the noonday Spring air.
In my dreams you’re skipping through the heather,
Laughing and floating just like a feather.
In my dreams your loving smile is pure gold
A keepsake for when I am growing old.
In my dreams, I am running straight to you,
Our arms wide open for love so new.
Your green eyes twinkle like the stars,
A vision from Heaven, maybe from Mars.
In my dreams we run in circles holding hands
Laughing, locking eyes and thinking of gold bands.
In my dreams you will never go away,
Forever, safe in my arms you will stay.
I know my dreams cannot ever be real,
Such feelings, so pure, are surely surreal.
Still, I hope someday I will run with you
And dance away the night in moonlight too.
One day I was walking in a light rain,
My only dream came running down the lane.
She ducked into a doorway to keep dry.
My heart was pumping, I could almost cry.
She was there, my dream, in the drizzling air.
Shaking raindrops from her orange red hair.
I ran to that doorway and said “I know you”,
“I know that sounds foolish, but it is true.
I see you clearly in my dreams each night.
The vision never fades, forever bright.
I know you are a free spirit Irish lass,
Skipping through the Heather, making time pass.
She looked at me with fear and startled eyes,
A look of disbelief and gave a sigh.
I know you too, my fantasy knight of old,
Handsome, dashing and oh so very bold.
You are my dreams each and every night.
I never thought I’d see you in daylight.
We talked there for hours, the sky turned bright blue.
No more wishing, our dreams had now come true,
We’ll run through the woods and dance on the grass,
We will laugh and smile and hope each day lasts
Forever and ever with a bright sun.
Our dreams came true we are now one.