Surfing brainwaves 
caught in a dream 
silent lucidity 
prevent the screams 

But in my waking hours
still some dreams prevail
The ones where 
you and I set sail 

Getting weaker day by day
until we are no more 
Hollow the winds of change 
that take us to that distant shore 

Soon the gardens of paradise 
will turn to a desert, empty and cold 
It is where all dreams die 
where trust is bought and sold