BOULEVARD OF DREAMS
I'm facing the storm alone...
The revolving door never stops turning
My thoughts never cease
If I close my eyes for a moment
I’ll fall again into dreams
If December wind would start to chase me
I’d quickly go running home
Tired of girlish ways, and past pleasures
Back to my lonely room
But I’m on an open highway
Just an occasional yawn
The snow is falling smoothly to the ground
I’m facing the storm alone
To some it might mean nothing,
But to me it’s a thrill
To be a profound dreamer:
'Call me Sil, if you will...?
I can gaze at the far away– star,
Enjoy its light as it gleams,
But here on the ground I found
My Boulevard of Dreams.
Silvana (Brkaric) Krculic
