I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD
There was a place, there was a child, was it real,
Why was he crying?
A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived,
Clowns on a wall.
Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and
Round, They ran,
A boy named Grover, swing sets and a dream, I walk there
A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things
Not to be thought,
Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above
his frightened head.
I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a fathers
Son from yesterday,
A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons
And sounds of planes.
Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic
Where were you little girl when my October drifted into
Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes
For a dime,
Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.
It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,
A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows
What I have seen.