In A Dry River Bed
Lost in a canyon of infinite dreams
the road is a dry river bed it seems.
The river and i have both become lost
and neither knows what wandering can cost.
The missing river will emerge again
ultimately being fed by the rain.
But who is going to be feeding me?
I am afraid there is no certainty.
Is there any meaning to such a dream?
Was it because i ate that strange ice cream?
But, whatever causes the dreams to be,
Louise is usually there with me.
Perhaps i know something precious is lost
and i look for her whatever the cost.

Walt Abbott–1-2-09