A Golden Field Of Dreams

Songs drift like silent larks on a golden field of dreams.

Willows bow in succession but to kiss the cool moving stream.

An owl swoops; a field mouse scurries, the sun now sleeps.

Cashmere touch velvet, soft dark coverings of souls to keep.

So dance now the dance of life beneath the majestic starry sky.

Remember joy forever to keep, always and under His benevolent eye.

Songs like angels drift across a field of golden dreams.

Songs from within the heart oh to glory sing.

J. Allen Wilson © 11-2007