City of My Dreams

Through the end, in a world that was never real,
But is all I ever feel.
There are bridges of fragile dreams,
Woven out of the fragile glow, and the lamps don't burn,
They breathe all the memories we know.
Every feeling becomes a shape, like snow in a windless sky,
Or frozen on a windowpane.
Where quiet moments lie, I can reach without touch,
Still it feels like too much.
There's a city beyond my sleep,
Where the night runs silver and deep,