| A PLACE TO DREAM |
| Sitting where the green moss grows And shadows fall upon the grottos; I sit and gaze and the while I dream Of things imagined but seldom seen. Upon the rays of golden suns, I catch a glimpse of heavenly visions, All the things His hands have made Before the light within me fades. Where dampness tends to grow the moss Is there I sit in dreams to cross Bridges that in life too wide, I find my way to the other side. Upon the wings of birds in flight And tails of comets to alight I soar the oceans and the mountains And quench my thirst from nature's fountains. Let me sit where the green moss grows And dream away my cares and woes. Wake me when the visions fade; When back to reality, my senses bade. Author: Gloria Sarasin |
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| Page created by Ryette 2002 Reviewed Jan. 2004 |
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