New Widow's Dream

Moonlight scatters cross her sheets Soft eyelashes on her cheeks A dream is stirring in her sleep Her breath is shallow soft and warm Like lace it's caught upon a thorn Now the dream is finally born Now her man is by her bed A light is shining 'round his head Across his chest the deepest red His lips they move but do not speak His eyes are sad but do not weep His heart is full but does not beat A gypsy wagon slowly comes The driver with his guitar strums The saddest song was ever sung When she wakes it's nearly dawn She still hears the gypsy's song But now it's fading, now it's gone Her salty tears her bloodshot eyes Are raised upon the winter skies Where high above her angel flies Who's to say what these things mean Or how many other young wives have seen That same old new widow's dream