At night when I slumber my mind is dreaming of you,
Sometimes my weird mind may have only you or two,
But should I die while in that state know you are near,
In dreams I walk with you in hand and I hold you dear,
In dreams your mine all of the time as Roy always said,
In dreams I’d be loving you so many ways inside my head,
As I wake each morning I’m filled with love from dreams,
There’s only dreams of a deep love state, it always seems,
To remember loving you as if each day is fresh and new,
Puts new love rhythm within my heart yet I always knew,
The moment I laid eyes on you lifetime love came to be,
Since I’ve been loving you deep in my mind I could see,
A dark chamber deep within my mind as CCR played loud,
Thunder bellowed a cannons blare but it wasn’t in a cloud,
A dead soldier fell into my arms as he looked back at me,
He wore my face yet it wasn’t me but it scared me to pee,
I saw a time we numbered five but only I came back alive,
I heard Americans scream loud within the dark I contrive,
Bring back my peaceful slumber I screamed at me so loud,
But Americans cursing loud at us so much, is that allowed?
“Better run through the jungle” plays loud of CCR in song,
That dark hole of memories buried in a place that’s wrong,
John Fogerty wore a uniform so many don’t want to admit,
His music brings combat dreams so hard I may have a fit,
Release this dark hole within my mind to be forgotten I beg,
There’s my happiness picture, you can see shaking of a leg,
Great joy filled my mind to sleep but war memories I’d keep,
Not by choice perhaps by pain of torture I’d sometimes weep,
The concrete floor mixed urine and bowel as I fell into there,
I have reenactment dreams of my angel with long dark hair,
If not for loving you I’d have died from a soldier’s despair,
Fifty years quickly flowed by but for those memories there,
My eyes are heavy now after waking for half an hour or so,
I pray I sleep now that those dreams came by a while ago,
I’ll search for you to hold my hand perhaps the other you too,
I love you my beautiful angel, don’t be jealous for she is you.
The end, By Pat. I love you baby,