Perhaps in another lifetime
Might be in a different dream.
We’ll find the things we both wanted
while crossing some gentle stream.
No rolling rivers, no crashing falls,
No mighty oceans to cross.
But until then my loneliness calls
when I hear the Albatross.
You have your Coolibah shadows at dusk,
I’ve my weeping willow at dawn
Both of us have empty pillows at night
for us to lay all our dreams on.
Perhaps we’ll meet one another
Mid way on some quiet sand bar
With gentle waters playing
Beneath a magical star.
Perhaps love will happen tomorrow,
For each of us in our own ruins,
As fate twists in and out of our lives
like a flute with many tunes.
Yes, you have your Coolibah shadows
and I have my willow at dawn
each with our own empty pillows
for us to lay all our dreams on.
Perhaps the angels will hear us
and offer their feathers for flight
That we may at least spend our dreams
holding one another at night.
(repeat)
Yes, you have your Coolibah shadows
and I’ve my willows that weep
all the dreams that life knows, like a river that flows,
showing each of the memories we keep.
What we have whenever we sleep.
copyright 2006 KB MCANELLY
def. 2
1984
Dusty River
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