It's funny how things work out,
The ones we need don't know we're there,
If I were sand and you were oceans,
the moon would be why you're pulled to me.

I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
the truth that you can never be
the one person that won't ever forget me.

I hope that dreams come when I die,
So we can talk I won't wake up,
I'll ask how your life worked out,
I'll never know that I'm just dreaming.

I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
But you thought you could never be,
The one person that won't ever forget me,

Let me sleep some more.

~Armor for Sleep~
"Dream to Make Believe"

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"