Jack of Dreams

Workday Jack has little fun

He seems a dull boy indeed

Hiding beans from the sun

Wishing-time now all done

Wistful thinking gone to seed

Jack's forgotten moments fair

Adventitious and delicious

That make the pleasure meter whir

And the mounting numbers' blur

When his spirit says 'out of office'

Such moments are heaven sent

When the land is winter bleached

So count this time as well spent

Sow the seeds and don't repent

Until the cloud realm is reached

Let the hot blood run quick

Jack of Shadows as you seem

Unleash the hidden magic

Feel the joyful and the tragic

And live on as Jack of Dreams