lost in dream

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind I ride on a sound Arabian stallion He takes me to snow mountain Where snow trees are stunned by cold wind I get down by a swirling stream I walk with him downhill Where I see Lynx and Bear busy fishing Off again on our course free I ride at ease gracefully I see a palace at a distance My heart set racing We draw close to the mansion I see a delicate princess Walking elegantly in rose garden Blushing wind She was singing to a chickadee Birds were chirping to her As butterflies danced on flowers Enchanting I took my three magic rocks Wrapped in silk, I sent her as gift With a note that read, ‘Be so Blessed dear, walk in truth’ ‘A rock for good health be A rock for good life be A rock for divine blessings be’ Amen Even before she could read my note I was riding away on my stallion Who flew faster like falcon Down the mountain