Dreamin' of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmerin'. Grinni' wide and comferting me with its tree warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumblin' down that hole and back again, rising up and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. A child's rhyme stuck in my head,. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to findI've known this all along- " So good to see you, I missed u so much I'm so glad it's over I missed you so much I came out to watch you play." Why are you running away?Shrouding all the ground around me, is this holey crow above me? Black as holeswith a memory Blue as our new sun. I stick my hand into the shadow and pull the pieces from the sand from whichi attempt to reassemble to see just who I may have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar, like phosphorescent dessert buttons singing one familiar song So good to see you, I've missed you so much,I'm so glad it is over, I missed u so much I came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?