Dreaming

I had a dream, but it wasn't about you.
I guess even my dreams can't be as lovely.
There was someone there representing my heart
as a ball and chain.
And I keep thinking about the way he was swinging it.
Life on a tour bus-
my imagination goes wild.
With thoughts of exotic drinks, cigarettes, and unconscious groupies.
You were there all along, waiting for me to burn out.
My self pride has been lost as I dive into the lyrics of your life.
Where you've been.
Where you're going.
I can't stop and wish on stars anymore.
Because I am up there with them.
The darkness makes me cave in until
I open my eyes
and it all goes away.
I never once stopped thinking about you.
I guess our last gig was a success
as I pick up beer bottles from the bus floor.
There are pictures on the wall of people I had to leave behind
so I could meet the ones I know today.
They tell me it's all a process.
As my heart harmonizes like a voice,
yours strums on beautiful frets of blue.

By: Brandi Deacon
2010