by a gentle stream
i dream
with flowers for my bed
i lay my head
asleep in the Light of a moonbeam
as i lay in the grass
i see Time pass
and Time stand still
as in a dream Time will
i walk thru the sky
with swift wings i fly
on a soft white cloud
i sing outloud
the songs i have heard
with the wings of a bird
i soar to a star
somewhere out there so far
to the Heaven's above
where i find only Love
there in my mind
such a place i find
there by a gentle stream
there where i dream
asleep in the Light of a moonbeam
Forget the poem, it is a beautiful thought and dream...you have brought tears to this old farts eyes this night, Steve...enjoy your warm weather, we are supposed to see some of it by the end of this week, hopefully! Ed
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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