If I Could Only Dream

If I could only dream            
Then you would know where to find me            
You would know that i had left the sturdy stone houses,            
And I had left the fading town with abandoned Tin top houses, overgrown and slowly falling    
If I could only dream            
You would come and find me            
Outside of town, past the wood berries            
And the stone fruit orchards            
Further still than the glade flowers            
Where the honeybees hover and buzz            
Near the old, weathered barn,            
Where the ditch lilies grow beside the road.     The barn with trumpet vines that crawl            
Its leaning walls and hummingbirds            
Dart and defend in fast blurs.            
If i could only dream            
Then you would know            
Now, you should cut across the farmer's field  
In the heat of the day when the sun burns bright
And everything is sweating, and a haze hangs in the afternoon air            
Mixed with a swarm of a million gnats that are scribbling.            
Then go into the shady woods, through its dark shadows,            
Walk until you hear the rushing water of            
The river of swirling eddies.            
Go to you see the river            
Laughing and rippling over the rocks,            
Then walk along the bank a ways            
To where the river gets wide and deep            
To the shady spot where the big log juts out     Over the water and the fishing is good            
If I could only dream            
You would find me there.