In the morning before first light though I sleep my soul takes flight on a journey to an unknown land free from prejudice of man Rainbows smile warm and true Bless the hills in morning dew Lilac fragrance fills the air Birds serenade with voices fair In the stream the sunlight plays teasing shadows with it's rays Lilies dance upon this land Mother nature leads the band Serenity with all her charm wraps you in her soothing arms But alas my soul shall weep as my body wakes from sleep This precious world so it seems only exists within my dreams
If my dreams took me to a place such as you described, I may never wake. Sounds wonderful!
------------------ It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley Visit my poetry website: www.geocities.com/Paris/Musee/9954/