One night as I lay dreaming
My pillow was wet with tears
My heart was aching
Counting through the years

Things just haven’t been the same
Since all those years have passed
Your voice and songs you wrote
Have never been surpassed

Though the group has missed you
They have carried on alone
Each month when they play
It’s with beautiful tone

The group gets smaller sometimes
But it grows anew
Each one who is not here any longer
We miss and it makes us blue

And so as I lay dreaming
Of the ones no longer here
My pillow gets soaked with tears
Because I miss them so dear

I wanted to hear our songs again
I wanted to hear your voice once more
But it’s not going to happen yet
Not until God says its time and knocks upon my door

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

6 thoughts on “Dreaming

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    This author’s particular strengths are once again to the fore combining a personal deep rooted commitment to their chosen subject with an authentic narrative voice and style.

    Clearly a performance piece with musical accompaniment ; as a song I think it would be made even stronger by omitting the last two lines. What do you think ?

    1. Jan P Post author

      I think as a song it would be better without the last two lines. I’m not sure it will ever become a song since I don’t write music.


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