Golden Slumbers

Late thoughts, early morning, Was I dreaming or thinking?

Was I in charge of that mellow orchestra?

Conducting the notes which shall come hereafter,

Taming my fears, scared yet laughter

Glows up my face as I go up

That stage and look at you.

I turn my back and all is quiet,

Lift my arm and all in fire,

Notes are flying side by side,

Reaching ears, souls and minds.

That’s my hope, my eyes are closed.

Final note and I turn back,

Eyes wide open, you’re not there.

Yet tomorrow never knows
Whether the tide comes or goes.