Dream A Little Dream

In subterranean visions, I dream of your face,
the handsome profile of a man who knows his
destiny.
Now, the soft light that dusts your blonde,silk
hair appears like the magic of pixies as
I stroke your cheek.
Where are the haunting places your footsteps
have overturned?
Tell me if you hav traveled to many villages
with a heavy heart for want of a woman's kiss.
I see the tell-tale creases in your thick neck,
your age shows that you have battled with one too
many blows. Linger here, my darling, so that
I might breathe life in you.
I see your old ways become new with love.
My wish is yours--let us follow our dreams and
tomorrow I will make cabbage and ham for you.