I dreamed of that place
Where quiet, gentle breeze passes me by
I dreamed of that place
Where green meadows greeted me wildly
I dreamed of that place
Where I am standing on the cliff looking over the bayou
I dreamed of that place
Where silence and sounds of small birds and animals become
melodies
I dreamed of that place
Where water runs freely for you and me
I dreamed of that place
Where I long to be free from the madness of the world
I dreamed of that place
Where time stood still and moments linger by
I dreamed of that place
Where I can breathe deeply
I dreamed of that place
Where none can come knocking by
I dreamed of that place
Where someday I can and will be there
3 comments:
syah, this poem is like, a combination of the dead crow and the lake isle of innisfree. very poetic.
syah, this poem is like, a combination of the dead crow and the lake isle of innisfree. very poetic.
u couldn't say it better...perhaps i was influenced by those two. anyway when i wrote this i was really imagining an escape place of make believe....i wanted a total getaway far away from everything; thus the poem was born due to this strong feeling. it was a smooth free flowing of idea then. thanx erin.
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