🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
Every night my head hits the pillow
My mind takes me underneath the weeping willow
I look out over the calm waters
And I feel as though I’m in the hands of the Potters
So I’m relaxed, I feel like a ball of clay
And there’s nothing more I have to say
As I forget about everything
I lose that mortal sting
In the blink of an eye, I’m out for the night
And on my way to that celestial flight
There’s nowhere you can’t go in your dreams
And you’re in a different world it always seems
Dreams seem to be so far and few
But there’s nothing you can’t do
These dreams are so real
All you have to do is reach out and feel
Those are the places where the mind goes numb
Night after night, here they come.