Willow Dreams of Yesterday

Twelve tones of music
lie idle in my ears,
and sweet dreams
remind me that yesterday
is yet to come.

And drinking up all
of the colors in the sky
makes willow dreams
and yesterdays
come true.

For by and by
as I lie in the
willow world and sleep,
crying the sweet music
of warm dreams,

the gentle scent of wind
dances over me,
whispering of yesterdays
yet to come.