Wildest Dreams


It’s one of my
wildest dreams.
To live on the good land
and plant all my seeds.

It’s the place
where I want to be.
It’s the life
that was meant for me.

When the sun comes out
tomorrow morn
I’d like it to shine
on a wandering soul
who’s searching for
a place to rest.
Looking out
For the very best.
Where it’s seeds will grow.

When the moon comes out
tomorrow night.
I’d like it to light
A darkened life.
That’s waiting for
something to bring
The secret to
it’s wildest dreams.

1977,  January

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