Dreams

All's well that ends well

When the bands of sunlight
Spiral across my upturned face
And the whispery breeze
Lightly touches my skin
When the crisp air of morning
Sets the green leaves a-dancing
And the birds twitter and shrill
Upon the branches of the woody oaks
When my name flutters upon the wind
Hanging like my future in the balance
And settles, to slumber through the ages of time
Then all’s right with my world