I’m not sleeping. I’m daydreaming.
I’m seeing a vision of beauty and light, the strength from within.

“Why are you stubborn?” she easily said
“Why won’t you let me inside your head?”
Because there is no space for you
The cast is set and it remains true

Do you not wonder what can be expressed
Creativity a pocket if not repressed
It’s not for me to decide what to do
The question becomes is it really you?

I find it amusing how easy to point
To someone other than your twisted joint
You look in the mirror but never do see
The expression that’s missing, which looks at me

Again, I wonder in the dark of the night
Am I dreaming or sleeping, is it the right?
For dreams slip away from our awakened thought
Did I really dream it or is it something I sought?

I remember when, the dream of the train
Became a reality but was really a plane
The story is true and sad as I know
My heart was broken, I couldn’t go

The train was delayed, it wouldn’t arrive
When finally it came, I couldn’t derive
It was not the train it was supposed to be
The train was different, but it came for me

The very next day to the airport I went
My plane was delayed, it hadn’t been sent
The plane had a route, a detour it took
Like the train in the dream, a different look

The problem you see was the schedule of mine
Listening to the dream, I would have arrived in time
I stood and waited for a plane not to show
My father passed away, I would not get to go

The pain is still strong as I write this admission
Realizing a dream had been a premonition
Had I only believed the message so clear
The message was sent, the message sincere

And, now, to this day I listen quite closely
To my heart, my dreams, all nature mostly
Messages we get from energy it seems
Can be truths we get, interpreted from dreams