Where once I shed a tear

My friend asked why I compelled to cry

     I'm just so happy here

 

My late grandmother, dazed and confused

     Sweating from summer heat

A highway cornfield on her right

We met at the bus stop about midnight

     She just eased onto a seat

 

Once I watched a color storm

     Swirling in the sky

It turned to snow, though warm, you know

     As I sat idly by

 

Oh land of dreams more real than real

     Will we meet again?

I may be wrong, but not too long

     Though I know not how or when