Harroll Ingram Jr.
In My Dreams
I like to dream of my tomorrow,
how peaceful and happy I’ll be.
The things that produce sorrow,
in my dreams, I never see.
I like to dream of fields of flowers,
becoming one with the source.
I like to dream sometimes for hours,
from today’s problems, I’m far divorced.
In my dreams I’m always smiling,
knowing there is nothing to make me blue.
Now realizing why in my dreams,
though often tried, I can’t find you.
The missing entity in my dreams,
so long I’ve wondered, but now know why.
Never missing as it seemed,
I guess I’m trying to say goodbye.