When the dream begins
you are not quite there;
you love her rumpled face
with the thousand-yard stare,
and the dream begins.
When the dream begins
you focus on the now,
you see the path ahead,
but you don’t quite see the how;
and the dream begins.
When the dream begins
the pathway is all aglow.
You gather up the light,
letting go of what you know,
and the dream begins.
When the dream begins
the darkness folds in place.
You rise into the light
to love her shining face:
and the dream begins.
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Narble Furt Lives 
Hope you get a chance to finish this one. I like it!
It’s pretty much there. Tweaks, mostly. I might add a guitar part.
The thoughts/dreams between awake and awakening on an early morning…
Yep. I get it.
Then there’s Grandma got run over by a raindeer. Just saying…
I thought is was “runned over” by a reindeer. But hey. I get confused. And then, there’s the whole life thread. Dreams within dreams within dreams.