Must Be Dreaming

Dream On

In my dreams I am tall and handsome, Adonis, a fellow dreamer's word

I like who I am, in my dreams, and it does not swell my head.

I am as modest as a perfect man can be, a rooster if I was a bird.

In my dreams I drive a fabulous car, deep throated engine noise, I hear.

White upholstery, forever clean, beckons to maidens on the walkways,

And I give a casual wave, and they swoon seeing me so near.

In my dreams, everyone feels blessed by my presence, I do nothing wrong,

If asked I will recite a Shakesperian verse, do a scene from some film.

Dance like Old Fred, fight a duel for some lady's honour, or sing a love song.

I met a beautiful lady, in my dreams, blonde, blue eyes sent signal beam

For once my heart beat a little faster, could this be true love, I hoped.

“Come walk with me, dear lady,” I spoke “Come walk by yonder stream.”

“In your dreams, sport,” she said.