dreams are free

so night and day
from raise and fall
in every open space
in every minute i hold

i dream

sometimes i am a bird
ready to go
eager to know
beautiful in the soul

but when the sharpshooter comes,
my bird is gone

sometimes i am a mouse
i am quick and i run
from corner to corner to hide
little and invisible

but the cat is always smarter, and snaches me in his claws

sometimes i am a cloud
i am free and soft
pure and lovely
i want to travel the skies from sun to sun

but then the thunder comes, and the winds blows my cloud

but only very rarely am i myself
a voice traped in a shell
a little girl lost in the woods
vividly frightened by the big fat wolf

but oh when the dreams come, myself dies
and oh i am happy, so happy

that the dreams are willing to save me from my wolf