Bells of tubular shape,
hanging by twine,
sounding and flashing in the distance.
They twinkle, those lights.
Gazing down I stare at,
a flickering candle.
Trying to peer into it.
But fading casually,
into one of your worlds.
Perhaps being somewhere you wish.
Someone announces,
that I’m a simple dreamer.
Within an echo I cry no, no.
The bells are fading.
The dreaming seemingly insane.
But as the guitar refrains,
on its final strum.
Go to sleep you.
And dream.