In My Dreams . . .

. . . You are the swallow
Coming back to Capistrano
And I’m the sound of the bells you follow
But in this world dreams don’t come true

Still when you’re lost out in the desert
When your fire’s a dying ember
The last light you’ll remember
Will be the light I shed for you

Mine is no ordinary star, love
I see exactly where you are, love
And no one else could shine that far, love
To bring you safely through

And though you say you do not want me
And made no promises to haunt me
I will dream my dream of you

The sorrows flow down like a fountain
Over the miles beyond our counting
More than the flowers of the mountain
Or the raindrops in the sea

But if Heaven’s just a dreaming
Surely my love will be redeeming
And you will dream your dream of me

– Emmylou Harris
Excerpted from “I Will Dream”
(from her 2003 album Stumble Into Grace)

See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• Just One Wish
• What We Crave
• The Holy Pleasure of Intimacy
• To Be Held and to Hold
• The Choice (and Risk) That Is Love
• Love As Exploring Vulnerability
• Your Scent I Know
• Vessels of the Holy
• No Altar More Sacred
• The Art of Surrender
• Cherish
• “So You Can Only See Beautiful Things”
• Somalia Bound
• My Love, “Return to the Root of the Root of Your Own Soul”
• The Gravity of Love

Swallow artwork: Catherine Hyde.
Saaxiib qurux badan portraits: Michael J. Bayly.