daydreaming

I saw a cloud within the sand
Beneath my boots today.
It took me to another land
That was pink and blue and grey.

A mystery, the night of stars
And quite a strange melancholy,
That strummin' on my teak guitar
Would spell my greatest folly.

For in that land as bright as light
Sing out, oh we could not.
We yearned and waited for the night,
When light was light, no more.

The princes, horses and their foxes
Chased me down that road,
With my teak guitar and lacquer boxes
Filled with quite a precious load.

In the Land of Dreams and Sand and Cloud
I ran from the bright lights
And from wicked men in holy shrouds
While orchids bloomed within my sight.

And then, as if by magic chance,
Saved by my guardian's chalice,
To sing the praise of circumstance
With my guitar, against their malice.

Lances, swords, and spears of death
Fell upon me that hour.
And then, faith filled, (I had some left.)
I sang that hymn of p'wr.

So those same clouds, to me they came,
The ones of pink and blue and grey.
They shielded me with shadows tame
In a stange and quiet way.

But still I shut my eyes in fear,
Tho' fear itself feared them no more.
They beckoned me to open, dear!
And hide in dreams no more.