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?
Monday, May 29, 2006
did you notice?
that white streak across the sky from a plane flew by
her who'll make you smile if you'll just make me in return Now, stay and tinkle my ivory keys lay me down in dandelion fields where bunnies hop and doggies play Someday I'll not be in want