One-Eyed White Rabbit
I don’t see the man in the moon
But a one-eyed white rabbit
Hopping across the dark sky
Into the deep blue of imagination
With a raven at a writing desk
Flying on the back of a cow
Who stopped counting sheep
On hills of green and gold
Who leaps across creeks
Of dancing fish and frogs
And tip their hats my way
Taking granted for nothing
They all wink with approval
Like a sunrise on a new road
As I grin out the window
Across the country of dreams
Daydreams shift by illusion
Once again, then gradually gone
Until all the clouds magically
Appear like the man in the moon
And the one-eyed white rabbit
Even on cold winter nights
With a bounty of endless dreams
Fills another early morning
A morning of snow angels
Who kissed my lips
When I was born
Born to dream
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