At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
—
I just read this article about books coming out about Bob Dylan and it reminded me how wonderful his songs are to read. I warn you now there is going to be some poetry around these parts.
