in the dark, at night,
he sees shadows of octobers past
behind his eyelids.
he can see --
(maris mantle koufax jackson jeter)
can see
the past rising to meet --
to greet him,
to welcome him to a fraternity
centuries old,
steeped in traditions
as old as time
and when he sinks into
his field of dreams,
he can spin no-hitters out of the dust,
in his dreams, he can
drop the curve as easy as water,
in his dreams, he can
throw flames from the mound.
(don't play with fire you'll get burned)
in his dreams,
he moves with the quickness, the agility of a dancer,
and in his dreams,
he is invincible.