Dream Come True

i’ve dreamt since i was young about standing up on the moon, and looking back at life on earth to see its distant gloom.

tonight, i think, felt quite like that beneath my orchard dome. i need not dream of distant scene out here beside my home.

what life can live in black and white or equally in grey. the chorus sleeps when colors march upon a distant day.

when king and queen won’t sing and shine their luminescent ray, what’s left in cold opposing roads is just one lonely shade.

that’s what i learned tonight between the cold and solemn trees. that day brings songs as shades of leaf, and light and life scare gloom.

at no extreme can we endure but fortunate for me, i know at last it never lasts but also it is true:

we need the gray and black and white as poles to bright arrays, and sleep must come at some long end of each long weary day.

so better not disturb the trees or bother critter there. might let them sleep, as i need mine as equal to the hare.

but for tonight dream will suffice the wandering of mind, and soon I’ll board my little ship and sail away to mine.