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.
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