My dream

coachchriscoachchris Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
So I had this dream the other night....

I'm sitting in St. Pats Highschool auditorium (back in my hometown) and I'm watching Ben Harper play an accoustic gig. Ben invites me up on stage and the roadies rush out a chair for me to sit on beside him and he starts to play the song Walk Away.

I look into the audience and have a hard time seeing anyone. All I can see is that the entire front row have their eyes closed and are lost in the music. I look over at Ben and he too has his eyes closed and singing with amazing passion.

I close my eyes and drift away to my childhood. My chair becomes a swing and I'm laughing like I always used to. My same old friend. I've never felt happier, swinging back and forth gazing up at the trees and clouds above me. At one point I even decide to stand up on my swing.

The song ends and Ben taps me on the shoulder almost startling me.

My alarm sounds and I awake with the biggest smile. I don't recall the last time I've felt this happy in my life or more complete then I do at this present time. I hope it never fades. All from a dream....

Perfect lyrics for the moment:

It's okay, we've all seen better days
It's okay, you don't have to run and hide away
It's okay
It's okay, yeah we love you anyway

For in those reckless moments
When doubt is creeping in your head
Feeling like you've lost your youth
And the dreams you had are cold and dead
I can't reach you anymore
That's gonna take a different man
I can't protect you like before
You've slipped beyond my hands
But it's okay.......

I wish that I could light the path
That leads to a life of no mistakes
Hold you from the damned be done
That living out of safety seems to take
I remember still the child in you
As if only yesterday
It was easy to break through
I only had to kiss the pain
But it's okay.......

This is my chance, this is my life
And my opening hour
This is my choice, this is my voice
There may be no tomorrow
This is my plea, this is my need
This is my time for standing free
This is my step, this is my depth
In a world demanding of me
But it's okay.......
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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