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.
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