On nights when I'm feeling well

I have a dream, one of a kind

It can't be bought- its not for sell

God gave it to me, it is mine.

I go back again to a childhood

To live deep in the pine

In such depths that the wildwood

Creeps around my home in vine

Over and above my door

Inch by inch- maybe more.

Wild birds come to feed off my hand

Their songs I come to understand

And among them freely soar

Happier than I've ever been before.

The knowing that leered a life time in my eyes

The words that lay a life time on my tongue

Are one with all that in a life time dies

When the praise of mankind is over sung-

And I know again the starry skies

As I once did when worlds were young

With the soul for whom my passion cries

As when we first begin...