Last Night I Dreamt---
When the nightingale sang, I was under the sun
in a place far away where my childhood began
With my eyes butterflies, that would flutter and scheme
to color my dream with a place I have been
Last night, in a dream, one to cherish and hold,
I traveled through time to an eve long ago
Though the volume was muted, it resounded with love
A day soft and gentle, like a song of the doves
I could hear mother humming, as the evening grew long
While my dad tended fire, a burning yule log
There was smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill's song
that drifted in moonlight, and sailed by the face of the moon
There were echoes I heard, of house in the dark
My cat nestled close, at the foot of my bed
I was wrapped in the rapture, in a place I have known
of a time long ago, that would someday be gone
But for now, I will cherish this dream that I own
Last night was a dream that was taking me home
When the nightingale sang, I was under the sun
in a place far away where my childhood began
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8/2/13
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