Dennis Hatfield
1 min readMay 24, 2018

Close my eyes, it’s a different place.

There are times I see your face.

But that was then, now it’s today,

Years have past since I felt that way.

So drag my bones to the mountain peak,

Let the vultures find what they seek.

Tomorrow will be a brand new day,

Open my eyes, and be on my way.

It’s the middle of the night,

Full moon shining bright,

Wo — Ho what a dream,

It seems, it’s just a dream.