There is an old man
who visits at night
peering into my dreams
he brings the light.

he wares an old hat
leather boots and chaps
in one hand a book
in one hand a map.

With a heart felt smile
he gives me a look
captures my soul
and points to the book.
without word or thought
I'm traveling through space
drifting we go
to a whole new place.

I see the colors in every face
all the joy and laughter
the world becomes a better place
I wonder what he's after.

I look to the man
who brought me here
and all that I can see,
is a great big heart,
a book and a map
for I have set him free.