In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, <br />Whither and why I know not nor do I care. <br />And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter, <br />And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air. <br /> <br /> <br />In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye, <br />And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink, <br />I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going, <br />I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think.<br /><br />Stevie Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-dreams-64/
