At four I hear you speak in your dreams
of great and beautiful Angels
soaring above and beyond
And if I didn’t believe
I would say that is not true
At four I hear you speaking
in your dream of spirit sitting
beside you
And if I didn’t believe
I would say that is not true
At four I see your eyes turn from
dark brown to the golden sun and I saw
my Creation and if I didn’t believe
I’d say that is not true
At four I hear you speaking to void
and my heart melt feeling your pain
And If I didn’t believe you
I would say that is not true
At four I hear you speaking in your
dream of great and beautiful holy
Angels soaring & beyond
And when I rise, I felt silence
I knew this was love
And if I didn’t believe there is
greatness I would say that is not true
At four I hear soft whisper of his grace,
his peace and I realize it was just only
me and you, with my eyes open in a dream
at Four.