She is sleeping in my arms. Just how I dreamt it.
In the garden of stars and moon and flowers.
In my hand, a book of verses; in her hand, roses. 
 
I am on the sea, the waves washing off my drowsiness. 
I am on her sea, she washes off my blankness.
We are on the sea catching our dreams, our breaths.
 
She is sleeping in my arms, queen of my dreams.
Just the way I am dreaming it, just the way she wrote it.