unfinished

in dreams
you're colors only you
can be
the only hues
i see
they are outside
of me
and it seems
(in dreams)
you've got inside
of me
you've tried
to hide
in me
(could you abide in me?)
maybe just for a while
if you needed to rest
for it seems that
for dreams
to be constantly dressed
in the spectrum of you
and in shades this true
well it seems, dear friend,
such an obvious clue:
you are weary
and lost
and have somehow crossed
from your own restless slumber
on into mine
and i'll welcome you warmly
and lay down a bed
fitted with flannel
(come, lay down your head)
and i'll tell you a story
of old kings and glory
and how i'm so sorry..
(come, lay down your head)