To dream, is just to dream. Of endless roads that lead to roam, to who knows
where? Somewhere where angels' wings touch the sky. As cotton bud clouds
roll in, to draw the picture of enlightenment. Here in this valley, to the
sounds of traffic by breaking sunlight. For its autumn, or somewhere its
spring. Who can remember or care. The rain clears the air to the sounds of
flowers bending in the rotation of the world. To dream, is just to dream. If
only I could. Children travel to school, playing their games of hope and
joy. The bridge crosses the river of my reflection of this morning, rolling
through this my place under the sun Here in this city of four winds, four
seasons, all in a day. As if to say, I could laugh all day and dream of
tomorrow. The changing of each tide within its season. A hope the coffee
shop opens early, because there is so much to do. Drink my coffee, read the
daily news, look at the young pretty girls in there track suit figures, with
their low cut dresses. For the eye of a full of instant love. As I press and
send my e-mail, for another day
Kindest of Regards
In health and harmony
Well being and balance
Kindest regards,
Just keep on, keeping
As you should
Sam www.MrMusicman.com
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