A Place of Dreams
By Atom Foltz
I dream of that place of beauty;
The one place I still long for.
That place of dreams which remains with me,
A place I’ve been to countless times before;
Yet a place I can never truly get to.
A place of beauty, a place of dreams:
Where meadows are green and skies blue
And in every place, daylight gleams.
A place of beauty, where roses grow
And crystal clear is the sky;
Which inspires joy wherever you go
Seeing the clouds that drift so high.
A place of dreams where aromas flow
As the wind blows gently by.
But when I’m there, I always know
That though beneath the shade I lie
And watch Nature frolic as a doe,
Soon I will be forced to cry
When from this dream I am awoke.
And so I climb to where the Eagles fly:
Upon a mountain, where I see the land below;
The whole world condensed into a sigh.
And only to me is it shown!
Suddenly! It disappears with a dim flash
As if it was fire, reduced to ash
And blown away by the relentless wind.
This place of beauty I am no longer in.
A place of Sorrow is the place of dreams!
Because nowhere is more joyous, so it seems.
For my fragile fantasies I forever long
Because only there, can I carry on:
For the burdens of life evade the place of dreams
And to remain there, would fulfill my needs.
And so I long for that lingering place
Where I know Beauty, I know Grace.
But I am only there when I sleep;
This is the only reason why I weep.
Could this place be heaven, what makes it real?
Is it just a whisper that I see and feel?
Whatever the state of this place of dreams may be
I forever long to find a way
To be there again some blessed day.
So...
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