As youngsters, on our backs
we saw lions and tigers and bears
we saw angels and fire trucks
'cept when it got windy
when we didn't see anything
As grown ups, standing up straight
we see only blue sky and fluffy shapes,
the occasional flock of birds
My wish for you?
Dreams full of meadows
you-lying on your back in white flowing skirts
wildflowers under your head
a sky full of wizards and princesses.
My wish for me?
A waking dream of you.