the dreams of last night are still tangled in my hair
but they are disappearing like a blue crystal
that melts as the minutes pass
I roll over, trying to find that place
but like lambs in a spring meadow
they have slipped into the wilderness
I always wake up here
under the waterfall
hands reaching out through the mist
I walk back through the forest
but only weeds cling to my feet
the flowers fade in the sun
seeds crack in the morning heat
and a new dream has begun