I am 17 again and I dream of you.
I am writing my first song to a lady and I dream of you.
Pennsylvania rivers filled with rich mud so fertile and I dream of you.
I am 17 again envisioning your reflection in these eastern skies.
(rest comes easy)
I am 17 again and see your eyes shining
hear your laughter as you run through strange crowds,
Pristine clover damp with this morning’s birth day.
The hills are again fascinating.
Closeness and a young tree flowering for her first season and I dream of you.
I am 17 again and the Ocean of Winter crashes everywhere across my mind.
17 and we are the music floating in our peace.
17 and love is climbing.
17 and the earth is building.
I am 17 again and I dream of you and you are everywhere,
miles and eternities of you!
1968
Paterson