In My Wildest Dreams

...waking from more curious dreams than usual; I am inclined to share a recent lyric...

 

in my wildest dreams... there are tamer scenes

where we stop and catch our breath ...reflect upon the gift

see time for what it is; simple and precious, just like this...

I see you in my wildest dreams.

 

I'm prone to fantasy... comes easily to me...

imagination knows no bounds... and while my heart still pounds

I'll make of love what I will... and give my all, until...

comes my time to be set free.

 

in my darkest night... when my soul cries for light

and I fear unfamiliar shores... what lies behind darkened doors...

you'll stir in your sleep; and I know somehow you keep

me anchored, even in my wildest dreams...

 

in my wildest dreams... there are tamer scenes...

where we stop and catch our breath... revel in the gift...

cherish time for what it is... simple and precious, just like this...

I'll meet you in my wildest dreams.

    ...well... a song for 'older' lovers, perhaps... born of a lazy, 'jazzy' progression on the guitar in my 'indolent hours' these past weeks and months I've had access to 'The SLAB' as my personal musical playground... this one will get recorded when we get back to that sort of thing. I have found much to recommend 're-writing' lyric by hand, in liquid ink... often just a word will change, here and there... I guess lyric and poetry are inevitably fluid things... open to re-interpretation in repetition... love to all, d.

 

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