He’d been reading her some Rilke,
As she fell asleep with her head on the pillow,
And she dreamed a real long drawn out kind of dream,
They were staying in a little backwater motel,
Fresh off some lake she wasn’t familiar with,
Surveying down at the boat landing,
An elderly couple called to them,
Saying “won’t you come on out for a cruise?”
As they set off the water kept rising,
Up to her knees,
Up to her neck,
When she woke everything was surprising,
It was all just a Dream,
It was all just a Dream,
He’d been reading her some Collins,
And they had so many covers over them,
She could hardly turn under all the weight,
Filled with dreams of bees and honey,
Their bedroom seemed a wide open meadow,
Filled with vistas of hitchhiker weeds,
That could only be trespassed,
On a good day, like the first of spring,
Or in a brief moment of freedom that sprang,
Up to her knees,
Up to her neck,
When she woke everything was surprising,
It was all just a Dream,
It was all just a Dream,
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