Dream On
In my dreams
I am tall and handsome, Adonis, a fellow dreamer's word
I like who I
am, in my dreams, and it does not swell my head.
I am as
modest as a perfect man can be, a rooster if I was a bird.
In my dreams
I drive a fabulous car, deep throated engine noise, I hear.
White
upholstery, forever clean, beckons to maidens on the walkways,
And I give a
casual wave, and they swoon seeing me so near.
In my dreams,
everyone feels blessed by my presence, I do nothing wrong,
If asked I
will recite a Shakesperian verse, do a scene from some film.
Dance like
Old Fred, fight a duel for some lady's honour, or sing a love song.
I met a
beautiful lady, in my dreams, blonde, blue eyes sent signal beam
For once my
heart beat a little faster, could this be true love, I hoped.
“Come walk
with me, dear lady,” I spoke “Come walk by yonder stream.”
“In your
dreams, sport,” she said.
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