This story that I share with you, is one that comes from truth
It started many years back, a dream I had or two
I dreamt I was a sitting, a desk before legs lay
There before a typewriter, my fingers type away
On my desk, a red wine sits, papers everywhere
Notes I’d written from my dreams, waiting too be shared
Over glasses I look out, my window framed with drape
There before a view of still, really does take shape
Willow tree the grandest thing, my eyes have ever seen
Surrounding by the beauty, a patchwork there of green
Picket fence, a border so, flowers in the ground
Everything so perfect, as my eyes look round
This dream I have still today, I see this vision so
But not yet happened in my life, I have some years too go
In my dream my age appeared, when my dream comes true
I’ll keep you with me on my walk, sharing words with you
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
No comments:
Post a Comment