I saw a dream for you Nikki;
Perched on a mountain peak
Kissed by the morning mist
in lush countryside
Where the babbling brook glides
stands our house of brick white

You drink the milk
I milked fresh from the cow
amused, watching me
in the distance plough

Day long, you wander
and come home unrewarded
In a bid
to measure the expanse of open skies
asking me innocently,
“Who painted the skies so blue
the sun in so many hues?”

Tired having chased the lamb,
frisky and cute,
Having listened to the shepherd's flute,
Galloping on your steed white
You come back home to a night mute

The wind rustles
the stars are nude
The moon comes down to become a pillow
While you sleep on a stack
of hay and willow

But ... in reality,
What I give you is:
A match box flat
in a concrete jungle of cement and steel
Polluted water, powder milk
Smoke and soot
Trains with crowd as loot
A tired sun, a pale moon
neon lights, Dunlop pillows

Don't be angry, my love
my child, my Nikki
I have given you a dream
I will see it comes true.