My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine.
Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden.
Leaves brush my cheek
In passing.
As I srroll through heavens garden.
My days are spent in reverie of blissfull
Oceans lapping distant shores.
Misty breezes take me deep
As I walk in heavens garden
She holds my hand and thrills my heart.
Long and winding paths take me up counry roads.
Birds urge me forward with sweet song.
To the place where I belong.
As I stroll through heavens garden.
Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar.
Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles
To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed.
Crickets serenade
as I drift through heaven's garden.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine.
Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden.
Leaves brush my cheek
In passing.
As I srroll through heavens garden.
My days are spent in reverie of blissfull
Oceans lapping distant shores.
Misty breezes take me deep
As I walk in heavens garden
She holds my hand and thrills my heart.
Long and winding paths take me up counry roads.
Birds urge me forward with sweet song.
To the place where I belong.
As I stroll through heavens garden.
Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar.
Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles
To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed.
Crickets serenade
as I drift through heaven's garden.
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