I said politely to The Sun,
"I fear I don't know where to run,
Since I am just a little one."
And smiling down he answered,
"Your dreams are on their way."
He knew just how I'd entered,
But he would never ever ever say.
And can things be unexplained
When they still remain un-named?
I can't say that I'm to blame
The wind chimes and as I dream,
I sing songs I can't un-sing.
To think that I might have been
But only a dream.