Dip Dip Di

Keith Murray

The dreamer, the unwoken fool,


In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow.


The love of ages fills the head.


The days that linger there in prey of


emptiness, of burned out dreams.


The minutes calling through the


years.


The universal dreamer rises up above


his earthly burden.


Journey to the dead of night.


High on a hill in Eldorado.