DREAMS

DREAMS

The woods smell like sweet pine
As she sits upon a log
Listening to the sound of silence
And the panting of her dog.

They share the water she has brought
And watch a busy butterfly
And she wonders right out loud:
"Where do dreams go to die?"

The shadows of the giant tree
Casts an eerie silhoutte
A red breast robin sings to her
As if to say "try to forget."

The sound of the train alerts them
That dusk is almost 'nigh
She still hasn't found the answer:
"Where do dreams go to die?"

They walk home in the twilight
Kiss another day goodbye
Only the man in the moon
Knows where dreams, go to die.