(just a silly ditty)

the forty-plus
years
I have under my belt
don't do nothing
to dry my dreaming well

'cause dreams are where
I go
to see what I don't know
in my boring, waking life,

like,
giants in the sky
who spin the moon around
and do a little dance
with half a smile,
a crown
is spinnin' on the sun,
the sky's sure having fun
in the party way up high,

or the spider
on the wall
with a clock on his back,
he's lookin' up at me,
says
"what YOU lookin' at?"
and he moves real
slow
while he's two feet long
as I wonder,
where am I?

for what life lacks
my dreams give back
with singing trees
or a fairy on my back,
some chocolate furniture
or a girl
who likes the lure
of wings that fly her high
while prince-charming stands nearby...

there's
the husky-voiced lion
who calms the giant cryin
or the huge pit-bull
who can't stop, but he's
tryin
to let go of the cat
whose sleeping on his back
meanwhile, some pigs are flyin.....

over lunch, a pizza pie
with pepperoni eyes
that stare back up at you
and make me wonder why,
a naked woman says
"how are you, dear old friend"
as she guzzles down green wine?

for what life lacks
my dreams give back
with singing ears of corn
or a kitten on my back,
some chocolate furniture
or just me
liking the lure
of wings that fly me high,
look, prince charming's waving hi...

"Hi............"

..............

the forty-plus
years
I have under my belt
will never do nothin
to dry my dreaming well

and the dreams are where
I'll go
to see what I don't know
in my boring waking life

Thank God for dreams, I know
but still I'd never blow off
my boring,
waking
life...



copyright 2007 Rose Loya