I slept in a small room
I dreamed there as a boy
the moon came & went
wind knocked on my windows sometimes
in the grass
in the fields between your house
and mine
a path began to appear
now an old man writes this
I slept in a small room
I dreamed there as a boy
the moon came & went
wind knocked on my windows sometimes
in the grass
in the fields between your house
and mine
a path began to appear
now an old man writes this
