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Found Dreams
And in the realm of dreamscapes
Where water’s thick as oil
Dust coats the tongues of wanderers
Who earn a pittance for their toil
And a girl now twenty
Stood hanging out the wash
And with each grimy sheet she hung
She counted what was lost
And the gritty clapboard shanty
The one that she called home
Was empty and was hollow
She was all alone-
The horizon went forever
As they do only in dreams
The tears she wiped from her cheeks
Weren’t what they seemed
They came away as glass
She had cried priceless jewels
She gathered tears in her apron
To hide them from the fools
In the jewels’ reflection
She saw what was to be
Gathered up her courage
Determined to be free
And in the realm of dreamscapes
Where wanderers pass on by
She took hold of dreams she cried
And waved them all goodbye
