Michael Woodhead

DREAMS OF MIST

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2019

In these dreams of mist, I can see no one
And nothing is clear in my brain
And yet, with the rising of the morning sun
These dreams cause to me no actual strain
With the rising of the sun
In these black, noctural dreams
Everything about me is not as it seems

In these dreams of mist, no one appears
And nothing that I can understand
Still, I can think of so many thoughts
The dreams which brought me to unknown lands
With the rising of the sun
In these black, noctural dreams
Everything about me is not as it seems

In these dreams of mist, I see only you
And nothing else can break us apart
But, now, with the rising of the morning sun
These dreams are wiped away from my heart
With the rising of the sun
In these black, noctural dreams
Everything about me is not as it seems

In these dreams of mist, this is what I see
And nothing else can wipe it all away
And, now, with the setting of the evening sun
These dreams of mist shall nevermore stay
With the rising of the sun
In these black, noctural dreams
Everything about me is not as it seems


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