To my angel mom in memory of Dad And to the girl with the pearl
I Ireamed about Ye last night The dream was light filled as if the sun trickled down from 1000 ft of earth to bathe the gold that lay heaped on his cavern floor With shimmering scales autumn moon eyes he chatted with me in his calm smoky voice He said all he wanted was to smoke o reminisce We talked awhile about nothing in particular fl saw in his eye my reflection My face was clean my hair was combed my gold capped tooth was now white I was happy at last he saw me this way not the eyesorel had been The dream was good until his eyes closed The moment they did I was wandering in the dark calling out his name Wandering in the place he called home Right here in God Bless America land of the free Underground where he d always been safe Out of trouble out of sight Intill showed up
