Catalina's Milky Way Dreams(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams
Old man Dalton sat on the edge of his porch, boots kicked up on the railing, hat tipped just low enough to keep the sun out of his tired eyes. Seventy-two years of dust sat on those old worn out boots. Seventy-two years of riding hard trails, waking before the sun, and watching more sunsets than most folks ever slow down long enough to see. He rocked gently in his chair, the wood creaking like it knew his story.
"World's changed," he muttered. Didn't sound angry. Didn't sound bitter. Just… tired. The kind of tired that don't come from a long day's work-but from a long life's journey. He looked out over the land, though most of it wasn't his anymore. Houses stood where open fields used to stretch forever. Roads cut through places where horses once ran free. "Don't make much sense to me anymore," he said softly. Back in his day, a man's word meant something. A handshake sealed the deal. Neighbors knew your name-and your troubles-and showed up anyway. Now everything felt faster… louder… colder.
Dalton reached down and picked up an old photograph sitting beside him. It was worn at the edges, faded by time. A younger version of himself stood beside a strong, proud horse. "Been a good ride," he whispered. His voice cracked-not from sadness, but from knowing. Knowing he'd done his part. He'd loved, he'd lost, he'd worked hard, and he'd kept going even when the trail got rough. But now… the trail felt like it had come to an end.
He leaned back, looking up at the wide open sky. "Hey Jesus…" he said, almost like he was talking to an old friend. "I think I rode this dusty trail 'bout as far as I can." A soft breeze rolled through, brushing past him like a quiet answer. "I ain't mad… and I ain't afraid," he continued. "Just don't think I got it in me to keep changing with a world I don't recognize no more." He paused, letting the silence settle in around him. Then a small smile crept onto his face. "You remember that horse I used to ride?" he said. "Strongest thing I ever knew. Never let me down." The wind picked up just a little… warm, gentle. "Well… if it's alright with you…" he said, closing his eyes for a moment, "I'd sure like to ride again."
His hand rested over his heart. "But this time… I'd like that trail to lead home." The porch creaked once more as he slowly stood, like the weight of the world had finally lifted just enough. "Hey Jesus…" he said one last time, looking out toward the horizon glowing gold in the setting sun. "It's time for me to ride that horse back home to Heaven."
And for the first time in a long while…Old man Dalton didn't feel tired anymore.
He just felt… ready.
"World's changed," he muttered. Didn't sound angry. Didn't sound bitter. Just… tired. The kind of tired that don't come from a long day's work-but from a long life's journey. He looked out over the land, though most of it wasn't his anymore. Houses stood where open fields used to stretch forever. Roads cut through places where horses once ran free. "Don't make much sense to me anymore," he said softly. Back in his day, a man's word meant something. A handshake sealed the deal. Neighbors knew your name-and your troubles-and showed up anyway. Now everything felt faster… louder… colder.
Dalton reached down and picked up an old photograph sitting beside him. It was worn at the edges, faded by time. A younger version of himself stood beside a strong, proud horse. "Been a good ride," he whispered. His voice cracked-not from sadness, but from knowing. Knowing he'd done his part. He'd loved, he'd lost, he'd worked hard, and he'd kept going even when the trail got rough. But now… the trail felt like it had come to an end.
He leaned back, looking up at the wide open sky. "Hey Jesus…" he said, almost like he was talking to an old friend. "I think I rode this dusty trail 'bout as far as I can." A soft breeze rolled through, brushing past him like a quiet answer. "I ain't mad… and I ain't afraid," he continued. "Just don't think I got it in me to keep changing with a world I don't recognize no more." He paused, letting the silence settle in around him. Then a small smile crept onto his face. "You remember that horse I used to ride?" he said. "Strongest thing I ever knew. Never let me down." The wind picked up just a little… warm, gentle. "Well… if it's alright with you…" he said, closing his eyes for a moment, "I'd sure like to ride again."
His hand rested over his heart. "But this time… I'd like that trail to lead home." The porch creaked once more as he slowly stood, like the weight of the world had finally lifted just enough. "Hey Jesus…" he said one last time, looking out toward the horizon glowing gold in the setting sun. "It's time for me to ride that horse back home to Heaven."
And for the first time in a long while…Old man Dalton didn't feel tired anymore.
He just felt… ready.
