Dream -
Never Going Back
Snow-capped mountains, shrouded in mist,
the place of my dreams, I just can't resist.
Crisp, fresh air, filling my lungs,
Laughing out loud, at the songs we have sung.
It's not really something, anyone can explain,
It's a feeling, an emotion, deeply ingrained.
The beautiful scene, I've come to love,
This most certainly is, what dreams are made of.
Comments
Without a scenery , the words can exhibit the real image.
Alexis,
Just as Sayed stated, with an imagery such as this you would not want to leave but instead, cease this place and moment that you have ambitiously projected yourself to and would (forever) want to preserve in time..Great projection of the mind, body and soul..for us all..
Cheers,
Jim