Letter Dreams

Somewhere beyond at the end of these letters Is a girl in a funny hat that answers them She is small and pretty, a gentle soul That touches the earth as it touches her She is the dream this letter is made of A dream rich in tenderness And the florid colors of hope She is that quiet place I rest my weary soul A place far away where dreams lie down To hide their faces beneath a clouded veil And wink at those who would believe in them She is my distant dream place - A place of soft eyes and open hearts Where smiles shine like summer rain And tomorrow never comes It is she that this letter dream is made of That special place where beauty still lives And letters are written in the hand of hope For the gentle soul that will read them