A Summer's Dream That We Have All Spent Dreaming

I'd rather wait than tell you all about the coming of your dreams. That few could tell or else they would thus tell. Of super highways in the mind that wind upon them selves. Everybody has a place none go without the sight. And no one's child is left including those without the will. If death appeared none would appeal as approached. Where each intersection in the world, each racing thought prevailed. To kiss the lips of each fair girl I saw. And give them what I owe that you can't have. The only death I know at rest and you the will to be. I see you in the daily news, and could not save you all when you I found.