The Bright Side of Dreaming

I wrote two thousand letters
to a distant, bright fountain
behind blue mountains
to feel love right better
in the hope I can see again
the water of her eyes
and never say goodbye
hiding in our little den
Tell me, fountain, tell me when
it's that time of the year again
I see her in my dreams
and meet her skin
as the morning when I sleep
and get up with its beams