Blue Lights ....Behind Dubliners at the Blue star place
Lining the Air Base when the plane takes off
Hanging down like stalactites
Enchanting, i'm beguiled
Like a moth drawn to the light
In a Wonderland they lie. Dreaming as the days go by. Dreaming as the summers die. Ever drifting down the stream; Lingering in the Golden Gleam; Life what is it but a dream?