Dreams

I see from 'neath your shining eyes,
A silver tear run free.
Are they cast for waifs in threadbare coats,
Or are they shed for me?

They do not sleep, that drown at night,
In whisky's heinous gasp.
But dream of all sad dreamers do,
that never comes to pass....

You are my beloved clouds of notes,
A simple song to hymn n sing.
A song that thrusts through the woods of believism,
A song that last forever in my DREAM...