In France people dream in French

Dream languages

In France people dream in French

And they dream in the language of love

Because that’s what they do,

Walking from café to park bench

Retracing routes from above

Retracing what they thought they knew

As their own.

 

If, in France, French is dreamed of,

Do we dream with the sound off?

Breaking the sound barrier with our

Touch. Is our touch what dreams are

Made of? And if so, how much

Does it take for me to cross over

Into yours?

Can we dream in loving silence

Can we do what they do

Can we do as they do

And dream in the language 

But without a listening audience?

Either way, I dream of you