Dreaming

                                                      

 I saw a vision, riding high
up in the mansions of the sky…
I saw bright waters running wild;
And stars in the eyes of a magic child.
I witnessed dancing Elven folk
And heard the solemn raven croak
In ancient woods, still, dark and deep–
All of this, I saw in sleep..

I heard the yearning Elven song,
And soldiers as they tramp along
Bleak miles of black and broken stone;
And the voice of one who sings alone
To raise himself above despair
And one who sings a sadder air
To ease an infant’s soul in flight
I heard it, in the deep of night…

A garden’s perfume filled my dream
And scents of forests, shades of green
A-warming in the summer’s heat…
The smell of wonderful things to eat…
Baking bread and toasting cheese,
No better scents of life than these!
Deeply, deeply, breath I drew,
And in my sleep, I thought it true…

Grasses glow green on every side,
And horses run free, their nostrils wide;
Some folk watch and some folk guide,
And some live all their lives inside
Their own close worlds, the rest denied.
There are some who dream, and stand aside
And brace themselves against the tide–
From this dream, I woke and cried…

_{co 2005 CL Redding}