It begins with a familiar melody, a dream-like song that calls from a past that we never thought would pass. Something from my childhood, something from my adolescence, something from the most tender portion of a life – a spring day on the way to a music lesson, when white perfumed blossoms hung in the sky and clouds like pink whales swam languidly across the sky…
Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me,Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,Lull’d by the moonlight have all passed away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,List while I woo thee with soft melody;Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng
Piano scales played in the distance, some other student’s lesson stifling them like summer arrest, and then the music disappears behind the low rumble of a lawn mower. In my head, snippets of this song remove me from any worry…
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,Mermaids are chanting the wild Lorelei;Over the stream let vapors are borne,Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,E’en as the morn on the stream let and sea;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
