I Dreamed of You

Walking in a field of flowers. A look of radiance on your face you take the fragrance in you laugh I got your attention, oh, it was so good to see you, still a child, full of life. Our visit was short, interrupted by your mentor a woman dressed in white, she came through big white doors, and took you away. Willingly you went How? Why? I did not understand, when she said we won't see each other again THEY have better things in store for you I believe this to be true oh my dear, I'll always hold you near and we will meet again in this field of flowers to talk about life as it should be. You have gone to the next level of species and we regret, damage was done. It was you who was chosen to move on. To tend your precious garden, in bloom again make it a site to behold every colour, no barriers, holding your place of love your place of tranquillity your place of serenity Your haven worthy of the highest angel in heaven. I know we'll meet again when our gardens are ready (c) Glen Harris