Sherry Watson Poet I do not know?

Upon the Hill

I sat in amazement upon the hill of my own world 
watching white snow clouds drift by me 
I was lost in my own fantasy of dreams 
when you took my breathe away that day 

I turned my head and looked real close 
when much to my surprise, 
you were the very one, I dreamed of day and night 

I then began to cry 
and wonder why you came that day 
I said to myself is this really reality 
or is this just another bad deal 
  
I've never believed in fairy tales 
or in happily ever afters, 
I've never chased my dreams 
even though they seemed real to me 
  
I could hear a voice telling me 
the pot of gold is waiting for you 
just believe, then receive   
  
I knew then that you were real 
I will continue to be that dreamer, 
I will wait for you upon the hill of my own fantasy world

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