LOST IN A DREAM
I find my way beyond the turn of the century to a place, a town, Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.
1903 is the year and I am there to witness a first flight in the air, a time gone away.
Orville and Wilbur Wright on their first flight I would be a part of on this December day.
Say goodbye do I as it is time also for me to fly away, continue my dream filled night.
Land do I in a place, a man of science speaks of his theory of relativity, german is he.
Hans Albert Einstein stands not far from me, I listen as his voice rings out loud.
A voice, something that again carries me away to a city where a statue stands high.
Nineteen twenty seven New York city where I will see greatness and the twenty seven Yankees.
Murderers row they were called as they won world series one by one, this day I sit in the stands.
The Babe, Lou Gehrig, I find myself seated in their great presence, I am sitting in the dugout.
I hear the crack of his bat, watch as he drives his 714th home run out of the park, Yankee stadium.
Time to say goodbye, I am now going onward in my dream somewhere I have never seen.
Early Hollywood is now where I travel, the greatest of stars would come together.
Names so famous today, most of them have now gone away, I am here before them.
Men and women of the stage, screen, and theatre are right before my eyes, the early days.
We now leave here, travel back to the past, I find myself in a most historic setting.
With these eyes I will see what can only be a dream, Christ and the last supper.
I am shown through a window, seated men of stories, a bible of time, a sight from my mind.
I am and will forever be, Lost in a dream.