You wake up and you find she was a dream. A dream that gave you happiness, A dream that gave you sorrow, A dream of all those yesterdays, A dream for those to morrows. Sheβs a dream of life and loving In a world thatβs unforgiving, As she takes you by the hand; And leads you through the quiet; Through the valley of all loneliness, Passed the shadows of those forgotten. In the darkness ; Of, the night.
Dan Gray 1972
I wrote this when I was 17 and home on leave. At the time I was really into Leonard Cohen. The funny thing is after 40 years, this is the only poem of mine that I can recite from start to finish. I remember the words going around and around in my head and I had to write them down ... guess they are still going round and round :-)