Dreams

Sometimes in the cool morning hours

I awake just before the sun does

As I there all wrapped in the darkness

My mind tries to shake off the fuzz

For a while I’m trapped between this world

And the one that makes up my dreams

Sometimes there’s blood and there’s thunder

And sometimes just clear mountain streams

As the dreams fade quickly away then

Like the mist fades away after dawn

It’s hard to hold on to their substance

In a moment or two they’ll be gone

But the one dream will linger a while yet

And it’s really the best one of all

It comes now and then without warning

In the Spring or sometimes in Fall

As dreams go it seems pretty simple

No weird symbols to analyze

Like flying around in a boxcar

Or winning a Nobel Geek Prize

No, it’s only a quick little snippet

Not an epic that lasts all night long

But it sure is in bold living color

With the warm western wind as a song

It seems that I’m walking the prairie

With those tall mountains just up ahead

At one side is a strong buckskin Mustang

Who seems happy just to be led

And holding my hand on the other 

Is the light and the love of my life

The sunlight is warm, the breeze from the south

I look over and smile at my wife

Some dreams are repeaters that ain’t worth repeatin

Some are keepers, and some sure are not

I hope this one stays around for a while

I reckon I like it a lot

Then the dream fades away with the sunrise

Unlike others, it won’t go away

No, it hangs around warming my soul up

As I rise to greet a new day