Pipe Dream

The old man blows softly into his pipe And the wind he blows floats seemlessly into the night And is swells and grows as he calls to the light But the darkness knows that his calling will never alight It will start and stuck for its ghosts that he calls with his song but the ghost don't hear they eloped with his love long before And the ghosts just laugh and on his heart strings they pluck Raucous melodies brazenly running amuck For they know that he in his memories is stuck.