I have a dream, oh sleep
A dream I have dreamed,
times many, and woken from.
There is a a song,  a softly orchestrated
piece, playing so I hear, neither near or far,
as I walk in a concrete world.

The grass is dry and the sun is high,
the wind gusts and blows sand in my eyes,
but I hear the music and walk that way,
hoping the direction is right, I pray.

Above me is the sun and a light blue sky,
the sun is hidden by elevated highways,
the traffic is high above, I know but I
cannot see a single car or truck or large transport,
The music that haunting music fills the air enough to
be heard to be carried, but not found.

I walk, and stop to listen,
but it does not help, yet I
walk, drawn in the direction,
which will give me relief,
one, from the sun and
two, find the music soon!

There are no homes in sight,
just when I think that one
comes into view, at the end
of a desolate cul-de-sac, the
only house anywhere I have seen.

I have wandered for hours or days
it seems.  The waves of mirage and
the salty sweat in my eyes, prove the
heat and meet me in my discomfort.

As I close in on the house, the faded white
is still bright in the reflected light of the
Sun.  The music grows in strength as I weaken
in resolve and become like the tumbling and
bending grass I see all around me.
Dehydrated enough to break.

The door is closed and windows, are cracked
but intact and the sound draws me to the house,
which I will not call a home, it seems to get louder
when I turn around to face, but still I doubt.
I walk around the place touching the pickets
on the fence as I go.

I get to the place in the fence with a broken gate and as I
open the gate cries out or I try climb over the
white picket fence, I AWAKE! Lifted from that dozy state.

I am no bard, as hard as that is to accept;
I to this date cannot hum or plunk the tune
on any instrument, I do not know from where
it came or to where it went.
It just haunts me, waking or drifting on a sleepy raft,
okay I'll stop
before I creep you out!