I  dreamed you wrote a song for me

And named it Jayne,

Which would be my name if I could name myself.

You texted it to me,

But I can't read music,

And I couldn't see the words,

And so in my dream, I fell asleep in my car,

Wondering where you were.

I dreamed I drove my car to town

(While I was still asleep in the dream about you

And the words to your beautiful song,)

And I saw strange lights on the road

And knew, I shouldn't drive my car

Through the police checkpoint

While I was double dreaming.

But I didn't want to wake,

So I decided to take a left 

Down the dirt road that used to go 

To Norman Lee's house.

I saw the clock. It said 4:38.

I didn't know if that was late,

Too late, or much too early.

But it was so dark, and a dewy cool

Was settling down around the meadow.

I still didn't know where you were

Or how to find you,

So I plugged in my phone,

To charge it, and remembered that

There's only one mesquite tree by the pond,

That the creek runs to,

Between Norman's house and Highway 36.

I was thirsty, and wanted to swim,

So I hung all my clothes 

On the thorny limbs of that mesquite tree, 

And dipped myself into 

The starlit ripples of the creek.

And then I awoke, (from one dream)

And lying in the water smiling,

Floating on my back, I hear

The music of the spheres,

That Plato spoke of,

And I know, you are here, somewhere,

And you are just about to reveal the words,

The words of your lovely song,

And I can't wait to hear them.

But now I don't know even

Which dream I was in to begin,

And which dream that phone with that text is in!)

Maybe I should wake up for real

And find you,

And feel the song you would sing onto my skin

As we sleep together.

But what if I wake and it is never so?

Maybe it's better to sleep,

Just a little while longer instead?

Perchance to dream....

-jenn