What a miraculous thing that you and I would meet.
The world got loud and started shaking under my feet.
Seems as though I have known you somewhere before,
But for some strange reason I can’t recall, I don’t anymore.

You seem so familiar, yet quite alien to me.
Still not so alien as you’d expect a stranger to be.
Why is it I feel I know you, though I really do not?
Why this weird emotion my mind seems to have caught?

Though I have this theory, it may be a bit obscure.
It is after all quite dreamy so I am not very sure.
Yet it is the only plausible answer to all of this.
My obscure and childishly dreamy theory is:

Once upon a time I had this beautiful dream.
I was suddenly hit by a light and strong beam.
All at once I was standing in a wondrous place,
filled with colors and a warm wind in my face.

I walked for a while along this river of gold,
wondered what wonders this place would hold.
But suddenly something outshone it all,
and for one moment I thought I would fall.

A face made of kindness with beautiful eyes,
a divine, warming smile that would melt any ice.
But just as I hoped that it wasn’t just a dream,
I was sent home to my bed by that bloody beam.

Today there was no charming river of gold,
and the winds were not warm, they were quite cold.
But when I saw your familiar and beautiful face,
I suddenly was back in that colorful place.