When We Get Old

20 January 1994

By Alex Nuttall - Bio

Dream l dreamt about that one that is
You now;
You know that l do still dream and I
Know that you do also;

Dream l dreamt again that we would
Talk ‘ever;

Dream l dreamt about, you know:
Your eyes, your self; your mouth;

Dream l talk to you, even thee i sing...

Dream among your head, fast asleep in bed;
Watching over you watching over me;
Passing time would be so well, as you say,
When we get old;
I hope the elegance never wares and our
Freedom is a waltz, don‘t you know;
We have secret communicated so much so
That we still know our hearts do bind;
Yea, I change my mind every so and so;
I hope that you can see the love you have
For me is a treasure I do stow
As I meander on the go;

Dream, l dreamt you did, dream about
You...
Me...
But darling I must tell, 'twas not just
What you dreamed!
l was there. you see, and you were there
in me;

My cheeks flushed like a rose, you'd walk
in, everyone knows;

We do... we stay afraid for what we tend
To mean;
I say I mean to mean nothing
And that's not what I mean;

Dream away the means to end the dreams
Of means and meaning to end;
There's not one, don‘t you know!
Perhaps what made me happy,
Was seeing me seeing you;

I read The youngest letters still flushing
My face and shaky hands;
Miss, l can not lie,
Too much to take from them...
Swelling billows swelling flashing
Jittery all,
I may fall, but 'ts alright;
I can glide
Deep inside
My dream
With you;
Still enjoying my kissed cheek.

When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry

When We Get Old - (20 January 1994) - © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 #Poetry

© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998
© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017
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