Dans Mes Rêves
I can't have him any other way.
Only in my dreams.
The one place his arms can enfold me.
The one place we can love.
In my dreams, there is no rank.
He's not my captain.
He can be my lover, not just my friend.
In reality, he can barely be my friend.
Captains must order crew into dangerous situations.
Maybe even risk death.
How does one order a friend to die?
Even worse, how does one order his lover to die?
Until this is over, I can barely be a friend.
Certainly not his lover.
My job is to protect others.
To give my life if need be.
So, my sanctuary is in my dreams.
To there I retreat.
To his arms.
To his love.
Awaiting the day that dreams become reality.
