Stickfigure Dreams

Had a dream last night that we were birds and we could fly above the bright white clouds in your felt-tip sky And the fields far below were gold and green as the sun sank low behind the zigzag mountains that you drew in the snow And we sat on the lollipop trees kissed the summer breeze blowing from the oceans far away painted on the sand the universe held in your hands for the first time If the colours in your pen could draw the world anew and then we could live there as stickpeople and feel whole again We'd run into the streams swim through our dreams and we'd sail upon the oceans far away build houses on the sand made of matchsticks in our hands for the first time And I'll meet you in my dreams your watercolour scenes and we'll fly above the houses far away