Larry hugged his pillow drifting straight into deep sleep
Exhaustion plays that card on weary souls
Suddenly in dreamscape he found himself alone
The surroundings looked nothing like his home
Was this native Nebraska - before they paved the roads,
Or someplace completely new, unknown?
We’ll have to ask him when his rest is through
The Shaman told the dreamer
When he mystically appeared
You’ve fallen from the clouds and landed safely here
Do not fear the newness - it only takes a pinch of time
Before the big Sunshine
Climbs to claim the sky again
It’s okay to yodel like the coyotes do
Let the stars above fascinate your brain
As the campfire crackles down to coals
Spread out that trusty, ragged old bedroll
And find the peace of mind
You’ve hungered for so long
Charlotte hangs a painting in the window of her shop
Known as The One Stop Antiquer’s Paradise
Along the hardscrabble pickers path
These curio’s make her laugh… she sighs -
“How funny, the oddball things these shoppers love to buy!”
Alas, another day finally falls for darkness
Snug in bed her eyes decide it’s time to close
Where a Shaman consoles the weaver
As he magically appears
You’ve fallen from the clouds and landed safely Dear
Do not fear the newness - it only takes a pinch of time
Before the big Sunshine
Climbs to claim the sky again
It’s okay to yodel like the coyotes do
And let the stars above fascinate your brain
As the campfire crackles down to coals
Spread out your comfy, faded gold bedroll
And find the peace of mind
You’ve hungered for so long
He serves her bacon in the morning…She stirs bacon in their evenin’ stew
I guess that’s the thing Bacon Lovin’, Dreamweaver’s do