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
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