Just one final dream.
When I trust the words of peace|
My inner sense of nerves will cease
And all around the pastured way
In echoed sound Iíll hear life say
That even when the sky is dark
I still can hear the soaring lark
Who sings without a pause for breath
She chooses not to wait for death.
When my path is so serene
No voices come from where Iíve been
And nowhere from the trickling stream
Is there a question of a dream,
And when the sky turns blue to grey
There is no need for me to say
Those things that take me back within
Where I feel a prayer before a sin.
When my soul touches my heart
When rhymes of pain are drawn apart
Those soothing songs within my eyes
That pacify then hypnotise
The very motions of lifeís dance
From still lifeís glow to sweet romance
I look up to the sunsetís glow
That tells me all I need to know.
And though my poem will be finished soon
I still can wish upon the moon
For just one final dream.
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