To dream of verdant pastures and azure skies,
of panoramic bliss before our eyes;
a realm where peace abounds across the land
where kinship is born from nothing more
than an outstrecthed hand
and rests on nothing less than an honest word.

To dream of playful cheer and joyful song,
of pleasant smiles among the throng
of happy neighbors joined by one-time strangers
and warm embraces from sentimental faces
as well as caresses that ignite the breast.

And let the dream begin…



Please Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s