In my dream, where I sat, I was suddenly a cactus.
I was in a pot, a pot of mud, which was home for a lovely cactus.
The cactus was touched and caressed every day…
Every day when the sun came out and shown right through the window.
Its rays so bright, so golden brown, shone right through the velvety greens;
The velvety greens of a cactus which lived in a pot of mud;
He loved and dearly adored me; that gentle loving soul…
He looked at me and held this smile; he had this pretty smile.
At times he touched a part of me so softly I could cry.
I would cry if I could in fact; for love of that kind is divine.
He’d even move the muddy pot, just to give me enough light;
In those moments of the day, when the sun would share its rays
He’d even rotate the muddy pot, that gentle caring soul
To even out the rays of light which were offered by the day;
Given I could love like him, I’d want to be a man one day;
To give and love and give some more, would be all I do all day.
And he heard…
I’d be a cactus in a muddy pot on any given day;
I’d cease to be a man one day and be a sunny ray-
Which flows right through the window-
And loves your golden greens…
I’d be the flowing light of day, dancing through the window
All the windows everywhere, right through shimmered glass
I’d be a caring ray of light instead of a gentle loving soul…
I’ll be love itself and yet somehow, love you more and more
I’d be but not just a single ray of light that fades away
In that moment when the sun does fade
I’d be fading through the darkness
Where there’s no more dancing light
For that gentle loving soul-
Or those lovely golden greens.