Dreams, wisps of things inside my head not too
Long ago with faraway soft noises and
Rushing trains that were never too blue
Oceans sparkling, tears glistening, small band
Plays forever, trumpets blasting, fireworks dance,
Across black nights, horrid days, with joy
Children make, green grass stains, mud cakes in France
Where many street fairs enchant a lost boys
Who fly at night past winding towers
And wake in the morning with
Little memory of naught.