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A Crazy Dream

Is it crazy
as a fantasy
To have you leave your job
and family
and leave it all behind
and run to me

Is it crazy
to suddenly dream
without a thought as to why
to imagine happiness
holding hands with you
as we look upon the sky

Is it crazy
to imagine buying an old inn
no matter what shape its in
Somewhere in the mountains of New England
To fix it up as neat as a pin
As a bed and breakfast and let boaders in

Is it crazy
to imagine sitting with you
to lovingly care as I brush your soft hair
To feel blessed that we are together there
in an pastoral life, without worry or care
Just to love you and have you there so we could share

It may be crazy
I don't know why I had this little crazy dream
I never had before, though unusual it may seem
maybe I can wish it on tonights moonbeams
When I dare to think upon it, it somehow gistens and gleams
Such crazy wonderful things are sometimes dreams

Maybe when you look up at the sky tonight
if you feel lonely and feel some emptiness or fright
If you wonder if you have a place you might belong
I may be thinking of you, not aware of right or wrong
From far away, sometimes your gentle care is still felt strong
Imagine being the very words to a lonely heart's love song

I guess I'm been searching in my head
Thinking of all the love poems I've written or read
And along came this crazy dream
Everything was plush and green
and you were my affectionate and loving Queen
And like the stories I read....I carried you to bed

Sometimes its crazy what we dream and think
Even moreso when we put it to ink
I hope you think it not to crazy
and greet it with a knowing wink
Because many a good thing in life that's ever come, it seems
Started first somewhere in gentle dreams

I just can't say who I'm thinking of
I'm not given to forcefulness or push and shove
It's just this; you seem somehow to fit like a calfskin glove
and it seems what we have found could grow into love
If so, we'll know greater joy and grace by God above
Perhaps one day we'll awaken to sparkling dawn by morning dove
wrapped up in the lasting beauty of true love

Submitted: Thursday, September 03, 2009
Edited: Thursday, September 03, 2009

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