My Friend the Sheep

My Friend The Sheep Just returned from a journey Of pictures in my head Never wanted it to be over Lying in my bed   Driving through a country Between some battered hills Gazing through the window Raindrops running down   Deep in that valley I found an old friend Staring at each other Like we knew for so long   The gaze, the understanding Was broken by a tree A smile on my face Woke up from the dream