Forgotten Dreams

Forgotten Dreams

who will dream
my dreams
when i am gone,
who will listen
to the spring
birdsong

i look at
ancient
mansions,
someone’s
homes and wonder
at the
stories
in their bones

who will dream
my dreams
when i am gone,
who will listen
to the spring
birdsong

bay windows
seem relaxing,
in a tower,
maybe
better,
there the
view
is really,
really fine

who will dream
my dreams
when i am gone,
who will listen
to the spring
birdsong

tropical
paradise,
beware of
pirate
raiders,
vicious
psycho
killers,
robbers
with violence,
if possible

who will dream
my dreams
when i am gone,
who will listen
to the spring
birdsong