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
There comes a time in every man's life when he simply gets tired. Not the kind of tired that a good night's sleep can fix. The kind of tired that settles deep into the bones. The kind that comes from years of carrying burdens that were never meant to be carried alone. Bills that never seem to end. Heartaches that refuse to heal. Regrets that still wake you in the middle of the night and remind you of all the things you wish you could do over. For old Jacob Turner, that time had arrived.
The morning sun was climbing slowly above the hills as he made his way down an old dirt trail behind his house. In one hand he carried a dented coffee cup that had seen better days. In the other was a worn tobacco pouch that traveled with him wherever he went. Life hadn't been especially kind to Jacob. He had buried friends he thought would live forever. Lost people he loved. Made mistakes he still wrestled with. Some days it seemed as though every mile of his seventy years had left another scar upon his soul.
The world had become noisy. Everybody had an opinion. Everybody was angry about something. Everybody seemed to be running somewhere. Jacob wasn't interested in running anymore. He just wanted a little peace. At the end of the trail stood a giant oak tree that had watched over the valley longer than anyone could remember. Jacob had sat beneath that tree many times throughout his life. When he was young and dreaming. When he was middle-aged and struggling. And now as an old man wondering how many summers he had left. He eased himself down against the rough bark and let out a long sigh.The morning air was cool. Birds sang somewhere in the distance. The breeze moved gently through the branches overhead. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, he felt himself relax. Jacob took a slow sip of coffee and smiled.
"Lord," he said softly, "I sure could use a little help." There was no thunder. No booming voice from Heaven. No miracle appearing before his eyes. Just silence. The kind of silence that somehow feels holy. He rolled a little smoke between his fingers while staring across the open field. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted upward with the morning breeze. For a moment, all the worries that had been chasing him seemed a little farther away. Maybe that was God's answer. Not fixing every problem. Not removing every burden. But simply giving a weary man a place to sit for a while.
Jacob thought about all the times he had asked the Lord for something. Money when he was broke. Answers when he was confused. Healing when he was hurting. Yet the older he became, the more he realized that some of God's greatest gifts arrived quietly. A sunrise. A cool breeze. A good cup of coffee. A shady tree. A few minutes of peace. And the understanding that no matter how rough the journey became, he was never truly walking it alone. The cup in his hand was nearly empty now. The little smoke had burned down to almost nothing. But somehow his heart felt lighter. The problems were still waiting for him back at home. The aches in his body hadn't disappeared. The bills were still sitting on the kitchen table. Life hadn't magically changed. But he had. Sometimes that's enough.
Jacob stood slowly and brushed the dust from his jeans. Looking toward the sky he smiled. "Thank you, Lord," he said. "I reckon I needed that more than I knew." Then he picked up his empty cup and started walking back down the trail. The day ahead still held its challenges. But his spirit was a little stronger. His heart was a little calmer. And for one beautiful morning beneath an old oak tree, all he needed was a little faith, a little smoke, and a cup of coffee in his hand.
The morning sun was climbing slowly above the hills as he made his way down an old dirt trail behind his house. In one hand he carried a dented coffee cup that had seen better days. In the other was a worn tobacco pouch that traveled with him wherever he went. Life hadn't been especially kind to Jacob. He had buried friends he thought would live forever. Lost people he loved. Made mistakes he still wrestled with. Some days it seemed as though every mile of his seventy years had left another scar upon his soul.
The world had become noisy. Everybody had an opinion. Everybody was angry about something. Everybody seemed to be running somewhere. Jacob wasn't interested in running anymore. He just wanted a little peace. At the end of the trail stood a giant oak tree that had watched over the valley longer than anyone could remember. Jacob had sat beneath that tree many times throughout his life. When he was young and dreaming. When he was middle-aged and struggling. And now as an old man wondering how many summers he had left. He eased himself down against the rough bark and let out a long sigh.The morning air was cool. Birds sang somewhere in the distance. The breeze moved gently through the branches overhead. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, he felt himself relax. Jacob took a slow sip of coffee and smiled.
"Lord," he said softly, "I sure could use a little help." There was no thunder. No booming voice from Heaven. No miracle appearing before his eyes. Just silence. The kind of silence that somehow feels holy. He rolled a little smoke between his fingers while staring across the open field. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted upward with the morning breeze. For a moment, all the worries that had been chasing him seemed a little farther away. Maybe that was God's answer. Not fixing every problem. Not removing every burden. But simply giving a weary man a place to sit for a while.
Jacob thought about all the times he had asked the Lord for something. Money when he was broke. Answers when he was confused. Healing when he was hurting. Yet the older he became, the more he realized that some of God's greatest gifts arrived quietly. A sunrise. A cool breeze. A good cup of coffee. A shady tree. A few minutes of peace. And the understanding that no matter how rough the journey became, he was never truly walking it alone. The cup in his hand was nearly empty now. The little smoke had burned down to almost nothing. But somehow his heart felt lighter. The problems were still waiting for him back at home. The aches in his body hadn't disappeared. The bills were still sitting on the kitchen table. Life hadn't magically changed. But he had. Sometimes that's enough.
Jacob stood slowly and brushed the dust from his jeans. Looking toward the sky he smiled. "Thank you, Lord," he said. "I reckon I needed that more than I knew." Then he picked up his empty cup and started walking back down the trail. The day ahead still held its challenges. But his spirit was a little stronger. His heart was a little calmer. And for one beautiful morning beneath an old oak tree, all he needed was a little faith, a little smoke, and a cup of coffee in his hand.
