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.