And I Had a Dream About You Last Night!

The dream wasn't scary we were just hanging out

In a sagging antebellum mansion somewhere

Out the window was a beautiful overgrown garden

And some of your friends pulled up in a truck

And we raised several kinds of hell after that

I imagine but I woke up too soon to enjoy it

The thing is I never did wake up and your friends

They flew out of the pickup like infallible pigeons

Who knew exactly what they were up to and why

They were there and their wings turned all

The pages you and I have yet to write ten thousand

Is too small a number their wings beat so rapidly

Savage garden conspired against hateful house

Darkness spoke secret languages behind curtains