My Friend The Sheep
Just returned from a journey
Of pictures in my head
Never wanted it to be over
Lying in my bed
Driving through a country
Between some battered hills
Gazing through the window
Raindrops running down
Deep in that valley
I found an old friend
Staring at each other
Like we knew for so long
The gaze, the understanding
Was broken by a tree
A smile on my face
Woke up from the dream