I am the man of your dreams

The one who is not what he seems to be

The one you love in your fantasy…it’s me

Knocking on the door of your history

Wake up

I am the man you foresaw

The one who keeps fighting a war for you

So no one can compromise your freedom or do

Anything you don’t want them to

Wake up

I was the tea in your water

When tea sold for only a quarter or two

When love was the ultimate trip and the glue

That stuck me to you

Wake up

I am the man in your poems

The one love that constantly roams and prays

For each word to appear

In your inner ear and ways

To lead you back to what we both need

These days

Wake up

I am the man of the hour

Withholding his limitless power over you

In order that his gentle side

Should no longer hide or be blue

For not having mailed this poem overdue

To you

Wake up

John Christopher

August 22, 2004