Mar 2015
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Cantilever wishing wells
Long about the winding path
Clover is the foot print maker
Sunlight brings a hearty laugh
Skies will whisper if you listen
Music plays upon the field
Breezes blow the horns of springtime
Blooms atop blue mountain yield
Dragonflies will touch your senses
Wings align the ancient trees
Branches filled of moss that’s clinging
Birds and now the buzzing bees
Come let’s walk in rows of promise
Take me by the waiting hand
This may be a dream we’re having
Sitting in this wonderland
Still if we would stand awakened
Leaving sheets and shoes behind
There’s no telling what will greet us
When we let our thoughts unwind
For you see we are the answer
If the two of us agree
There is nothing more we’re seeking
*Just this moment, you and me
Cantilever wishing wells
Long about the winding path
Clover is the foot print maker
Sunlight brings a hearty laugh
Skies will whisper if you listen
Music plays upon the field
Breezes blow the horns of springtime
Blooms atop blue mountain yield
Dragonflies will touch your senses
Wings align the ancient trees
Branches filled of moss that’s clinging
Birds and now the buzzing bees
Come let’s walk in rows of promise
Take me by the waiting hand
This may be a dream we’re having
Sitting in this wonderland
Still if we would stand awakened
Leaving sheets and shoes behind
There’s no telling what will greet us
When we let our thoughts unwind
For you see we are the answer
If the two of us agree
There is nothing more we’re seeking
*Just this moment, you and me
