As I listen to songs drifting by
There is a quiet that tends to my dreams
Where are all those people out there?
Hovering in the ether, making no sound
I wonder how you are that you are so,
Where are the aches and pains of life?
The ones we talk of most days.
Has sleep overcome your ills and pain?
I will shout at your dreams and wake you
I shall send healing so warm to open your eyes
Is it me that is awake to the silence?
Talk to me as you re-awaken into this world
Here in the glow of computer screen I wait
Should I bother with being polite to your ways?
Let me lock my mind inside the peace of me.
I will answer your thoughts and send you dreams
Tomorrow is no longer a retreat it is not there
Only the now presides over this realm
I have spoken of these things many times
Is it failing to be heard in those awakened dreams?
Talk to me of things in this now, or past being.
Deal thoughts as playing cards waiting for the snap.
Be childlike in those thoughts more pure again.
I always listen to your ways, be they dreams or of the now.
I have to journey on in my now and will wait for you
Later as we take another tract that the universe calls
I will be there so just whisper my name,
They call me Grandad or correctly Alexander.
Just ask Sadie