Dreams.

Away with strife and toil...... pain and sorrow dim as into a mysterious shroud of darkness light as a feather I spin. Sheep gamboling on fields of colorful hues in blue and green old friends I meet again in places I have never been. A child again.......... skipping rope , counting eggs chickens and ducks on flying legs. Angels hands caress my cheek under wings of winking gems I play hide and seek. A little dove as white as snow in blurry mists .... an ethereal glow. Voices call out from afar as I ride upon a shooting star. Rivers flow clear and bright oceans surge against the tide sturdy crabs on sandy beds conch shells whisper in my ear. A bouquet of flowers....from mother dear a symbol of love from one who passed away many long years. Gems glitter on trees the tinkle of wind chimes in the breeze as a voice calls from somewhere near. Rise and shine...open your eyes a gentle shake......I am awake. Yet I would rather be in that beautiful place the world of dreams a beautiful face....bejewelled trees flowers of love... sunbeams shooting stars...a brilliant light in my heart an ethereal glow resides. My waking hours are now enhanced by a glimpse of beauty beyond compare in a place between sleep and wake the space between two worlds a place where mysteries unfold and beautiful stories are told.