You Are Loved's blog: "Musings"

I sit upon a bed of pillows underneath the weeping willows, I stare into the starlit sky,Where clouds cascade the moon up high,I think of things that matter most to me,As the lids upon my eyes begin to grow heavy,I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep,As I lay in my somber slumber I begin to weep,When I begin to dream of things yet to comeI see birds soaring through the sky,They have no cares or reasons why,Within my dreams there is a place,Where we can be free in wide open spaceI see a hill that blocks my view,From all life's dreams that I pursue,I begin to climb over the hill, To recapture this feeling, with all my will All of a sudden I fall to my life's end Where my dreams begin again. lmw