The music lingered soft and low .
I barely heard it play .
This was how I liked it now ,
The mode I chose each day .
I just reclined my favorite chair
And closed my eyes to rest .
The mode was sure to make me sleep ,
My hands across my chest .
Soon I drifted far away ,
It must have been quite deep .
It sure seemed just as real to me ,
This strange and storied sleep .
I found myself there once again ,
A place of long ago .
With all the ones I knew quite well ,
I'd often wished it so .
There they were with me at school ,
Just playing all around .
They laughed and chased each other still
And made their childhood sound .
Then suddenly , the school was gone .
We all were in a field .
The joy I felt at being there
Could hardly be concealed .
We all were young , it seemed as though
We had not aged a day .
I thought that I might just join in ;
And run , and chase , and play .
Then suddenly , I saw my girl ,
The one for which I yearn .
Just as she was so long ago .
The cause of this sojourn.
She smiled and as it is my fate ,
She had to fade away .
I then awoke , and oh so sad ;
For I had wished to stay .
I'll try again another day ,
Sometimes it works quite well .
Perhaps , someday , I won't return .
Now that's a tale to tell !
So if you hear I went to sleep
And never then awoke .
Remember what I said today ,
Or take it for a joke .
You'll sure know where I just might be .
So join me , if you dare .
I think you might enjoy yourself .
I'll wait for you back there .
GREENWOLFE 1962
