Magic Carpet Ride- Visions of Childhood
I want to close my eyes and fantasize
and take a magic carpet ride
through all the white, fluffy cotton candy clouds I'll fly
until I spy the trees, the flowers and land
and listen to the ocean's rippling waves
while my happy toes wriggle in its golden sands...
on my magic carpet- soaring high up in the sky
Let the child in me come out to play
in that nudging bud of youth that still remains
Etch its frolic deep within my heart
so I will always remember
the blushing rose petals that fall in May
I always want to remember...
the first ray of sunshine that starts my day
like precious jewels of gold
gleaming through windows in Heaven
as it weaves hopes and dreams in my childlike play
Let we walk with wonder through mystical forests
And…
peek through enchanted cottages along the way
Oh Mother Earth restore my memories
of your magical sacred ways
that weaved their delicate threads
throughout the gossamer fabric of my reveries
as I re-write my stories in my grown up days
Bring back to me your many ways
Let me see all the colors of your rainbows
Watch the clouds make playful images in the sky
as I tumble and roll down grassy hills
I'll pretend I have mighty eagles wings to fly
then sleep soundly under the stars at night
giggling peacefully in my dreams
as I skim the tree tops and float upon a river blue and wide...
on my wonderful magic carpet ride
Copyright © Anne P. Murray | Year Posted 2012
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