Gateman

Open the door, gateman Open the door for me Break out of dream if you can It’s long since you slept to lullaby. I know you’re tired Of counting each grass in the park It’s not what you aspired The drowsy trills of the lark. You surely have no clue Here amid the flowers With so little to do Why counting the weary hours. In the summer’s burning glow Your sweats bring dazed dreams And knowing the winds won’t blow Your surround in despair dims. Open the door, gateman Open the door for me Get out of dream if you can From the delirious lullaby. For once show me your eyes Where the dreamy slumbers loom Amid flowers grown in sunrise Seeding flowers that won’t bloom.