I had a dream
I was following a barefoot girl beside a stream
that flowed around the world.
We spoke of many things,
though our mouths never moved
as the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view.
Oh, what a dream!
Beyond the realm of why, pretty little beings,
beneath a yawning sky,
speaking of God
as though they could define music to the
deaf and color to the blind or God to man.
And then the leaves became a thousand tears.
I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors.
Couldn't find my face,
but a voice was drawing nearer.
Hush, baby, sweet baby,
hush, don't you cry.
And I thought I woke,
and my mother was standing there,
and my heart broke
as the ribbons in her hair turned
into highways surrounded and swirled
like a crown come down around a not-so-perfect world.
In the corner of the
dream
was the man with the blue guitar.
It had no strings,
but the music touched
the stars.
His long,
dark curls turned to gold before my eyes.
The barefoot girl
smiled off to the side, and it was real.
Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise,
and I heard the angels up on high rejoice.
I could see my face, and I recognized the voice.
Hush, baby, sweet baby,
hush, baby, hush.
It's just a dream,
one of those that goes on and on,
scene after scene,
with a rhythm
of a gypsy song.
When I really woke, I was frozen in between.
Didn't know who I was.
It was a dream inside a dream.
It's just a dream.
Oh, what a dream.
It's all a dream.