Crystal River

Crystal River There is a crystal river flowing somewhere somewhere it is flowing in my dreams. When in my dreams I have a chance to wander I wander to this gentle flowing stream. As the sunlight dances happily upon it quietly I sit and watch it play. Time stands still within this golden moment and I can feel my anguish slip away. There grows a tree that weeps upon the water where birds are singing sweetly from her veil and as the sun weaves diamonds through her tresses with tears of joy she weeps a radiant trail. With abandon, her love flows to join the river that is waiting, as a lover, for her kiss. The beauty of their joining is resplendent and I prosper from the glory of their bliss. Nighttime never falls upon this river which is forever flowing in my mind yet in the days when I am filled with darkness to all this shining beauty I am blind. In those times I need a golden beacon to light my soul and help me find my way to the path that leads me to my precious river where all my sorrow can be washed away. There is a crystal river flowing somewhere I hear it calling softly from my dreams tempting me to come and sit forever beside this bright and gentle flowing stream.