Houses in the sky

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Houses in the sky /

looking for my love

Night after night in dreams I go searching.

Searching, looking for you my love.

There are houses and rooms and corridors above.

This is where I go searching.

High on a hill an old house stands.

Will I find her there in this dreamy strange land.

I open door, there's music inside,

Is it she that plays the music sublime?

There's a hill in the distance and a house with shimmering grass.

A person is roaming, is it she alas?

No, it is just me again in another dreaming form.

Back into the dream to search some more.

Another house set aloof in the sky.

I am trying to awake for I am wondering how and why.

Where are these houses that I search in my heart.

Where only there is me / in another dreaming part.

One night surely I will find her, not simply another ‘form of me,’

Or shall I just keep on searching from one dream to a dream.

Faces mixed together / reflecting many mask,

Just me ‘projecting,’ the things of the past.

But I search with intent, / looking for the real.

Something to hold onto, / something I can feel.

Someone I can hold on to, / that will not vanish and die.

Something that is more than just ‘a dreaming eye.’

Perhaps in time I learn to shun these houses in my dreams,

for I am not finding her there it seems.

So many doors to open / and she is never inside.

Now I am wondering, / what is wondering, / and why?

Yearning to dream of the wonderer,

dream of the dreamer,

dream of myself.

Maybe in this, I will find her, maybe this will help.

Why do I search for her in dreams for she lives here on earth.

If I don't find her here then no dream will ever help.

If I have lost her in ‘the waking’ then, I must weep.

If she does not lie beside me for real, in my sleep.

Time to stop searching, / no more ‘houses in the sky.’

Time to stop looking for ‘any reason why.’

Why she is not with me and stop crying out her name in dreams.

Forever searching in those ‘houses in the sky.’

And now I hear the birds awakening now

pronouncing the morning light.

“No more dreams” I think to myself with that soul of mine in flight.

Time to wake up now, to another dream and start

living out the day in ‘another broken heart.’

For it seems I cannot control the future,

though it is mine but not mine alone.

I am not the total of life’s music,

yet I know I am one of it's tones.

I have walked through many corridor / and opened many doors.

For my love ‘here on earth,’ I find her no more.